Back in Florida, Martinez had come into my brain while I was sleeping and given me a very vivid dream about waking up and rescuing Zeus. Then he left,...and I think he went into Sonny's brain after that 'cause the dog made some very insightful moves in discovering where Zeus was. But that's neither here nor there. These days I wasn't having any vivid dreams – none that were Martinez, anyway.Most of my dreams were about what I was going to do if the father of my children didn't come around soon.. I slid off the mattress towards the kitchen. I poured some orange juice into what was left of the bottle of dark, Jamaican rum we’d stocked up on in the Caribbean. I swished it around and took a long drink. It made me feel like sugar. I wrapped myself in the midnight blue silk kimono you bought for me at the last port, put on my giant Prada sunglasses, and climbed up towards the boat deck, drink in hand. There you were. You were on the deck busily packing up for our shore excursion that day. I. .." Give what to you?" I rub your clit with my dick, up and down, so wet. "Your dick - your big, hard dick.... Please..." You are struggling to open your legs wider, knowing how I like that, how I want you as open and exposed as you can be. I stir my dickhead in your liquid hole, just barely between your twitching lips. "Talk dirty to me, Rosie. Talk like a shameless fucking whore. That's what you are, aren't you? Tell me what you want and what you are. Show me you're nasty enough to be. . Sitting in this city's cafe, I see several couples holding hands, touching, looking lovingly and appreciably at each other. My mind wanders on what they are thinking about. Could it be possible that two persons in love could think in the same way? Many people will disagree but I have a different view to offer. Of course this view doesn't apply to all cases at all times but it has some truth in it.Let us consider imaginary M & S.M is a beautiful young woman local to the city we are in while S.