Not knowing the coins made counting easy. After they were done they moved to Fury IV and started again. and would finish in the AM. The seas were good...and they were making great time. Coming past Mahayana they pulled into Crooked Island. Tom, Marty, and Arron left the boat and headed to the warehouse only to find out Marty owned it and was given the keys and the man left. Our man said no one came around. We opened the storage to find paintings, furniture, stacks of steamer chests, all dry. “What’s in the bag?”“The stuff that I had to get together before I could come over.”“Oh. Well, that clears that up.”“Okay, I’ll show you – but don’t laugh or freak or anything!”“I’ll try.” I notice she’s blushing!She unzips the bag, reaches in, and comes out with a fancy purple sex toy; designed for a woman, it’s three-pronged, with a good-sized vaginal vibrator in the middle, a slightly more slender ass probe to one side, and a tiny, flexible snake-tongue-looking clit thingy to the. I looked up to see a familiar face, and I felt somewhat safer. My ex-boyfriends friend Jason was towering down over me. Their other friend Kyle, the softer voice of the two, was standing behind him, staring at me with terror-filled eyes. Jason lifted up my arm, examining the bruises. His eyes shifted to my other arm, and then my legs. What the hell happened to you, Emma? His voice was now concerned, rather than loud and irritating. I pulled my arm away, and was instantly defensive. I should be. She may have had a series of depressive episodes, culminating with her suicide attempt earlier. She could be finishing a swing through to mania now..." Damn it, Jake. I'm the one who's supposed to be the ship therapist..." She sounded mad at herself. "I knew I was getting too close to her for objectivity. I was just so fucking grateful I didn't have to deal with suicidal depression for more than one day." So what do we do?" I asked, unhelpfully."Lithium or Seroquel, only we can't do that until.