On Sunday I listened to the captain read a list of all the things a sailor could be flogged for doing or not doing. I did not get the daily rum ration... The weather was generally very hot, and I was glad I was not on one of the crowded troopships.As we turned at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay and began another week of sailing, this time northward, I was taken to one of the ships that carried General Howe's horses. The sailors called their ship a ketch, and it held three large pens of horses,. When the three of us went out together, I began teasing Jean and Kathy about 'dating' two women at the same time, and treating Jean as if she was my date. I couldn't help pushing the envelope a little, and only a couple of weeks after the revelation I got bold enough to jokingly insist that both of my 'dates' kiss me goodnight after we got home from dinner. To my surprise Kathy not only didn't object, she encouraged Jean to call my bluff. Jean barely hesitated and that first kiss, although. " AgainI wondered how I could have become so much of a whore is so short a time. MaybeI was all along and didn't know it.In the next bed, I could see David and Sally shagging despite their sore arses.Next morning Sally told me when I asked, "Yes the paddle hurts like hellwhen she hits us but it fades off a bit after a few hours and leaves us horny.We'll still feel it when we sit for a few days though. It's better than a longdrawn out series of extra chores or verbal abuse. It's quick and when. Now she molded herself to me and our lips met.Deirdre is soft, indescribably soft. Her skin is like nothing I've ever touched before. It's so soft it's barely a solid. My hands roamed her back as we held each other. Her kiss was one that poets try to describe with no success. The softness of those lips, the electricity in her touch, the warmth, the gentleness of her embrace were all sucking me down into a permanent abyss of unquenchable romantic love. It was like part of me was outside myself,.