Either way, I'm alway in my own bed before dawn.The secretiveness only draws us closer. Not that there are a lot of places we can go anyway. Within an...hour's drive there's one miniature golf course, four family-style restaurants and a couple of roadhouses where my fake ID might, or might not, work. Then I have an idea. An erotic memory that's been a white-hot masturbatory staple of years."Meet me at the Lake Association Marina at 9 tonight," I tell Laura as I slip out of her bed the next. . . we’re saving up money now. Bunks would be a lot more comfortable.”“Mother asked me what you wanted for Christmas before I left,” Gail smiled. “Shall Itell her bunk beds?”“Uh . . . let me talk to J-Geraldine about that first,” she hedged, shoving clothes overin the closet to make way for Gail’s things. “Here are some extra hangers, s*s. Justunpack if you want to.”“My Goodness!” Gail exclaimed, examining the clothes in the closet. “Your roommatecertainly doesn’t have many clothes, does she?. (Getting hard here just writing this – going to have to wank as soon as Im finished mmmm). We sit together…our stockinged legs touching and sending shivers up my spine…you place a leg over mine and your stiletto dangles on your foot looking so horny…then our hands start to explore each others silk clad badies as we come together and kiss deeply…our tongues probing…mmmm soft wet and kinky…this is the first time I’ve ever kissed a guy and its always been a fantasy of mine …the reality feels so. For the first time since the storm I saw the captain up close and I was astonished to see how old he looked. He looked ancient, tired and beaten and waiting to die. "I am sorry for what has happened, my dear. But God controls the oceans, not Man." "You are speaking of the storm, captain? The storm is not the problem! Your man out there treated me like a common serving girl! Your servant _slapped_ me. He struck me, he did! I am the daughter of a Lord, Captain, and I expect to be treated like.