. you’re ... well...”Gabe’s face had reddened in humiliation and anger.“Just a bartender with aspirations of being a writer. Not good enough f...r miss PhD in physics, huh?”Ginger started to respond, but Gabe shot to his feet.“Don’t bother. I get the picture. Dumb Gabe, good for a good time, but nothing else. Have a great life ... Ginnie.”Ginger scowled at his back. She hated that nickname, which he clearly knew. She hadn’t meant it quite like that, but ... it was true after all. She was starting. She sighed, "I need to get my PJ's." she said walking outside to see the rain had not let up. She opened her trunk and took out a bag. When she got back into her room she went directly to the bathroom. She emerged after a few minutes in an white almost see through night gown that went to her upper thighs. The dark peering eyes under her bed could see her short bush through the gown that hung low to show cleavage.A crackle of thunder climaxed outside as she grabbed the kerosine lamp and matches. My whole being was alive, tingling, aching, vibrating and then without warning she cupped my mound and I came instantly! I cried out. “Ahhh...” stiffening, every muscle screaming out in delicious agony.. She didn't stop there, oh no, she continued! Gently but firmly she pressed her fingers against my mound, using her knuckles to press against the sensitive little spot that was screaming with every touch, causing me to jump involuntarily. She gave me no chance to recover and I felt her thumb. " he stammered, conscious of her twinkling dark eyes fixed on him. He felt awkward. Her searching graze was so intent, he felt sure for a brief instant that she must have read his thoughts, but he knew that to be ridiculous. "Please forgive me," Jon apologized, "What was it you asked?" I asked what it was that you did before sailing with your uncle. After all, I've told you everything concerning myself and I should think you doing likewise only to be fair?" Oh, I am sorry I just assumed you.