I'd been so exhausted last night I'd paid for the room with my credit card! Fuck!"How did you learn to do that stuff?" Bianca asked."How the fuck woul... I know?" I growled back at her, my adrenalin-driven fury spilling out."You don't have to snap at me!" she threw back, crossing her arms, a frown appearing on her face. She looked away from me. Her shoulder was very chilly.The Audi ate up the miles. At one point Bianca thawed enough to inform me she was hungry, we'd missed breakfast, we needed to. At dinner that evening, however, she was inwardly excited to spy Mack seated at a table across the room with two other men. They were also good looking guys in their mid to late 30's probably, but she found herself glancing more and more at Mack, forbidden thoughts of infidelity entering her mind. All too soon, though, Mack and his companions finished their meal and got up to leave. As they exited the dining room, they passed by her table, and upon seeing her, he stopped to say hello and. That was not a lie, but her true reason lay elsewhere. In a shop next to the hatter's she had found something else that she truly needed – sheet paper, ink, and quills."Fleet in sight, sir!" Mr. Carling announced when Anson appeared on deck, torn from a belated breakfast by the call from the mast top."Thank you, Mr. Carling. Please bear down on them. Mr. Andrews, kindly give our recognition signal!"Whilst the signal midshipman complied, Mr. Carling gave the orders to alter the course. Syren. The moans became soft bleats, and soon, without realizing anything had changed, I was fucking the ewe. I came once but stayed nearly hard and kept at it, completely giving in to the passion. When I came a second time I finally realized what was going on and slowed, my softening member slipping out of the fruit which was mashed and messy. With that, I knew. I needed to find that ewe, and not because I wanted a woman. I wanted a sheep, and though I felt slightly ashamed, I no longer felt.