His fourth stop meant eight miles of his hike was behind him.Mark slipped his backpack off and sank down on his belly beside the small pool. He dipped...his face into the cold water and drank deep. The snow water always tasted sweet. When he pulled his face out of the water it felt as if someone had rubbed crushed ice all over it. "Damn, but that's good." Every time he stopped at this point, he said exactly those same words.This time he began to feel anxious. He had felt "urged" to make this hike. In a second she released me and the young stud without missing a beat took me right to the back of his throat! S looked up at me and gave me a devilish smile and asked "Oooo...does that feel good Daddy?!" All I could do was grunt and say "Oh yes Mistress...very good!"As S was watching the young stud go down on me she noticed a lovely lady named J sitting at the end of the couch. She looked up at me and said "Yummmm, I want some of that!" I smiled and said "Go get it baby, I'll watch from here!". He just said that to call my bluff. Still... “That’s more than I’ve got on me, right. Still, when we get to Long Cut if you’ll take me to the bank I’ll show you your Conch. You won’t get it until I reach the bank at Small Cove, though.”“Give me a Shell first, and then the Conch in Small Cove.”“Deal.”I held my hand out and we shook. If I paid in advance, he could just have me killed while I slept. This way, he knew he would get the money, but only if I made it to Small Cove. An extra Shell was a. Thereis no way back.During the flight my wife gives me some illustrated magazines topass the time, among which "The World of the Male Maid". I read them,as ordered but I'm very afraid someone might notice what I'm reading.After a successful flight we land in New York. We pick up ourluggage and go pass customs. Luckily I don't have to open my luggage.Bill awaits us at the exit. He picks up our trunks as if they areweightless and shows us the way to a cab. As soon as we're driving mywife tells.