They were drinking and dancing and there were hot guys and girls everywhere. The dancing they were doing was very sexy and I hadn’t been allowed to ...ance. Someone handed me a fruity drink that was delicious. I had a few of those and Gwen took me all over the place. She treated me like her new best friend. I danced and drank a little till I felt pretty good. Then Gwen asked if I was ready to call it a night. We left and I went to her room and laid down on her other bed. She came over and sat. There she was, in my bed waiting to be massaged. She didn’t want to be oiled as she was already in the sun for long and wanted a natural one.I got to work by beginning with her forehead and working my way to her neck. When she said she wished it would be something different from what she always experienced, I wanted to make it an experience she wouldn’t forget.I always carried my lucky feather with me which I used to use during a massage. Before I massaged her on her chest, I had her wipe. Each hour, they rake off another inch until only four inches remain. Those four inches now hold nearly all the worms from the original twelve inches.By the time they are down to the four inches, the trench they dug in the worm bed has been filled with new shredded organic material and the remaining four inches are spread over the top so the worms can devour what we just gave them. It takes about two weeks for them to turn mulch into worm castings (worm poop), probably the best natural. My painful arse is testament to the fact that she is simply not mature enough to be here and I secretly hoped that it would be a short trip. Angry and annoyed I fell asleep around eleven with the sounds of a happy, horny female crew playing games outside my room.I was awoken by a blood-curdling scream in the middle of the night. Slipping my skimpy shorts on and grabbing my cutlass, in record time I stepped into the corridor barefoot and edged along the entrance onto the main deck. Just as I was.