That prompted a search of all tankers that came into the East coast. It was a search process that was going to take days, let alone the other question...; who were they and where are they now.It was easy to understand why a tanker would not wait in port for a missing crewman. Daily lease rates for a supertanker were $95,000 a day. Not only that, when a departure time was posted, as many as four tugs were contracted to get the ship away from the terminal and the river pilot was already on. ”Turning back to his Science Officer, “This all hinges on your ability to do as we planned. Do you have any concerns?”“Many of them,” he returned, “since we cannot practice, but I have checked and rechecked my procedures. At worst, we should know if the main part of our plans work in time to warn you.” I hope, he added mentally.“The Captain?”“His sleep will continue until I send the antidote into his quarters,” the Third Officer responded. “Maybe the asshole will awaken with a headache.”“I hope. She was still wearing her skirt but had thrown away her ruined jacket, so I had just a lacy shift under my hand plus her tight-laced, whale-boned stays. It was like holding a small keg.The militiaman crept past us, still bent over, looking both right and left. I handed the girl my musket, stepped behind him, clamped my hand over his mouth, ran him headfirst into an oak and broke his neck with a sharp crack. I was about to pick up his musket when the girl screamed. I jumped to her side,. . ooohhh... yes... please... Slim... Will... I need you to fuck my pussy!" the drugged blonde whispered brokenly, not knowing what she was saying or even what she wanted them to do, but hoping they would understand better than she did.Will Monroe grinned lewdly and turned her naked body around. Then, clamping his hands tightly around her hotly pulsing tits, he backed her toward the edge of the table. As the older man manipulated her whitely billowing tits in warm, teasing motions, Melanie felt.