I wore a white summer tux. We had a martini at the bar. The resort was beautifully set up like a Caribbean mansion. We could hear the faint sound of r...ggae and some bongo drums. There was a full moon and a soft breeze. Carol and I spent some time looking around. The tables had been smartly set with silver and china. The women were all dressed in their finest sexy outfits. The men were in their summer dress up best. Everyone was in a party mood. The atmosphere was decadent. Carol and I chatted. I did it even though it was the kind of thing I hated doing. She was putting me in a box. Use THESE words! I wrote something straightforward and boring, but I tagged on the end, ‘Where is your FIRE today, Ms. Rogers?’ I wanted to know what had happened. I mean, I had an idea, but exactly what had happened the day before. I wasn’t sure how, when or where to ask her, just knew I HAD to. As usual my best chance was as we turned in papers and left for lunch. I waited until last. She glanced at my. We were wearing heavy pants and coats, and waterproof clothing on top of that. I felt drenched and dirty. My eyes were always in a constant squint; I was told goggles did not help, but I couldn’t imagine that to be true. I was used to hard work but this was hard even by my standards.I was astonished how the crew of the Downeastern Newfie worked. There were four platforms for fishing, and four fisherpeople. Well, Rachel was the only woman. There were two people whose job was to handle the fish. The physical pressureinside her changed her feelings and added a new dimension to thiswave of pleasure. James started to pick up his tempo, and Melissaeagerly met his tempo with her hips. Her body was again goingunder it’s own control with no intervention from her brain.James was now moving in and out of her with a driving force.Her body was bouncing with his motion combined with hers. Herbreasts were rolling in circles on her chest. She was losing allconscious contact with her body.