Odysseus had been the first to triumph against the odds, proving that it was possible to survive the sirens by sealing his sailors’ ears with beeswa... and having tied himself to a mast so as to witness, first-hand, the temptations sung by the rare creatures determined to lure the men to their deaths. Even with the lessons learned by Odysseus, the crew of Helen’s Grace had become resigned to the knowledge that the legendary hero’s journey had surely been favored by the gods, but only Odysseus. Well. Big deal. Either woman could handle her own meal-preparations with little strain. But stiffing them like that made me feel better. Poor Kim hadn't fucked me over personally, but she was a member of the same tribe, so to hell with her, too!My good novel, regrettably, had been finished, and I didn't have anything else on hand that I wanted to read. I did a lot of thinking, instead. It was more like 'stewing' than sober thought.Guess what I was thinking about?I kept re-running my best. Her bare midriff was just as beautiful, her skirt rode low under her hips, exposing so much of her small body. We explored the rest of the ship together, flirting playfully along the way. We sat down to eat lunch. Briana looked up at me, "Jake..." she paused. "yeah, you can call me Jake," knowing she wanted confirmation to call me that. "if we weren't related, would you be my boyfriend?" she looked so beautiful and vulnerable as she blushed, batting her eyes at me. . .that is on my way so we might as well.we got to her house and she asked if i would like a coffee, what about the neighbours?? fuck them they won't know who you are and they don't talk to us anyway. Jane put the lights on and its the 1st time i really got a look at her you how it is in the pub and in the taxi in the dark. Jane was OK nothing special but tall and a fit body. whilst the kettle boils i'm just popping up stairs to get out of this dress and hi heels. OKJane came down in her night.