" Sailor's slang for Portsmouth."We meet up with Jimmy and Billy when their ship is alongside. They'reboth in HMS Leander and she usually escorts us;...so you know, most of thetime we're in port at the same time." Mary's in Blake so we don't see her much." So you're still all together then?" Mike asked."Well yeah, but did you know that Spike's on board?" Polly went on."And worse. He's in the Bosuns Party and guess who is I/C of the BosunsParty?"Mike blanched."Yeah, Petty Officer Knocker White.". We picked a Tuesday night, since none of us hadWednesday classes. We nearly always drank on Tuesdays,with or without girls over. So, Jessie didn’t expectanything out of the ordinary when I made sure she wasthere that particular Tuesday night. As usual, therewere about a dozen guys hanging around, getting drunkand looking for a way to break up the monotony of theweek. We played Thumper, a drinking game where everyone has ahand signal. As other people around a table flash yoursignal, you. ’ ‘Where are Kimberley and Mark Morris?’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking…’ ‘Bill Lester already told me that you have them. Where are they?’ ‘Gone.’ Kim reluctantly explained the orders he had given. He sensed that he would soon be dead, but he would not give this man the satisfaction of saving the Morris’. The response to his explanation surprised him. ‘I’m not really interested in what you did with the Morris’, but when you sent your goons after Amanda, you signed your death warrant. I’m. "Patience," I tell him while thinking, ‘is something I have none of.’ Leading him to the sofa, I sit him down. Getting another tequila shot prepared, I kneel in front of him. Lifting up his shirt, making sure that my hands, my arms graze his hardening cock, slowly, I lick his exposed belly and salt it. Placing the lime slice just above his navel, I look up at him, my hands on his belt buckle, elbows on thighs, chin barely touching his cock. When I talk my chin bounces on it. "Are you ready for.