It hadn't taken very much persuasion to get Cheri to agree to help with the modeling. She whined that she was too old and fat; a ridiculous statement ...irmly pooh-poohed by both Evan and Pam. What concerned her most was her face being seen in the photos, especially since a lot of it would be shot in very reveling costumes or bondage equipment."Look," Evan had explained, "we're selling sex here. These accessories are nothing more than sexual aids. For gosh sakes, if it weren't for the sex, people. There was plenty of room for men, though, so it carried the same twenty and thirty as Place.Lion was also in port and got underway to help as soon as it had a full crew. Lion was one of our escorts with a partial conversion. Lion had two square-rigged masts and a pair of jibs, but no topmasts or topsails or launchers. Still, that meant it had plenty of room on deck for crew, and it normally sailed with thirty marines and thirty archers. It could carry more, but since it was just escorting. Seeing my favorite team lose or play poorly makes me upset and stressed, having my pet there to give me an outlet for my stress makes me happier over all, which in turn makes her happy. It's the preverbal "Win-Win" situation. My thoughts are brought back into reality as the scent of grilling sausage wafts past my nose. I sigh and roll out of bed slipping my PJ shorts on then stepping into my comfortable slippers before plodding into the bathroom for my morning pee. "Not this morning pet" I. Molly sat at it and adjusted the seat upward. I sat on a tall stool with my guitar, having moved a music stand close and placing my/Molly's notebook on it. Having taken our positions, Sarah mic'ed us and our instruments and returned to the engineering booth. After testing the mics, we began to work."What do you want to work on first?" asked Molly."Roy O'Boy and Girly Shirley's love duet," I suggested."No," said Molly."No?" I replied, surprised."It's a piece of shit, Joseph. What did I know.