Why don't you take a few days off? I'll call you when I hear anything. In the meantime, just keep it to yourself, please." Sure, no problem. Thanks, L...o. I think I will take the rest of the week off. I need to get some things done."Carla had pre-empted me and told the boys about our split. She was pretty vague about the reasons, but didn't trash me in the process. Both of them were surprised and had a hard time understanding what it would mean to our family. I got the feeling that if they were. Eventually, I wrestled off the blindfold, squinted and rubbed my bleary eyes.The chair in front of me was empty except for a glistening wet spot made of sweat and pussy juice at the front edge of the seat, and there was a broken bit of charcoal on the floor of the pedestal.With a satisfied smirk that wouldn’t leave my face, I got up to collect my clothes, searched the pockets for a tissue which I could use to mop up my jizz, then put the clothes back on – leaving the underwear with the wet spot. He had listened at the door the next time he spied the navigator enter the Captain’s room.He heard the man tell Captain Manning to strip and realised the slapping sounds and grunts that soon followed were the results of the occupants having sex. He didn’t think the Captain was a willing participant.Bindi knew Manning had a wife back home and had told him often in the past how he was looking forward to getting home to her. When he saw the Captain a little later, he had that same faraway look. “We could have a fun afternoon,” she wrote. Finally Friday arrived, the minutes dragged like hours until a noon dismissal. I slid into the car to be greeted with her fresh, new hair style. “Do you like it? My sisters told me it was time to change it up a little,” she asked. “Looks great Mom,” I replied. As we moved away from the curb she hiked up her skirt a little, exposing her thigh and a nylon covered view of a blue and pink splotch of spider veins…something that made me feel I was.