Raking my nails across my hard, rosebud nipples, I dig them into my flesh, loving the burn that is quickly soothed by the flowing water. I repeat this...for a while as the vibrator continuly rubs me, teasing each nerve ending as it goes. I begin to squirm with a desire for more. To satisfy my lust, I shove the vibrator into my begging hole, quickly coating it and my hand in my love juices. The smell of my passion rises to mingle with the smell of soap and heat. My hips rock into the vibrator,. Having backed up to the gunwale railing, the brigand, still unsteady on his feet, cursed and drew a flintlock pistol from his waist cincture and began raising it toward the Captain. Hook threw the belaying pin as one would a knife and Tink heard its whirling sound as the wooden pin tumbled end over end, the ten meters before it bashed the deckhand squarely between the eyes, knocking him over the railing, unconscious. Tink began to sob and all color was gone from her face. Her beautiful soft. She didn’t feel anxiety at being disconnected with her friends back in Los Angeles. In fact, she didn’t miss being there. Slowly, without being conscious of it, she’d grown to like the peace and isolation here. It was nice not to worry about fitting in, being part of the right group, or trying to rebel against Mom for more freedom.But, she missed Mom. She wished Mom could be here, be relaxed, and not constantly working to provide. When Mom was happy, she was wonderful. A stab of guilt hit. Morning came and it was over breakfast that Gerry renewed her efforts toget me to join her group. She again invited me to attend as hercrossdressed date. I sternly declined but she persisted and ourdiscussion quickly became an argument and a heated one at that. Itended when I practically threw Gerry out. She acted hurt as she stormedout.I spent the better part of the day alternating between being fuming madat Gerry and fearing that I may have lost her. All the while, Gerry'sinvitation kept.