I was fifteen, and for the past two weeks at least, I'd been anticipating this river trip being the sexual highlight of my summer. Lisa and I had only...kissed a few times in the month or so we'd gone together, but I'd been hopeful that we might seek out some privacy on the journey and take our friendship to a higher level. She didn't share this particular hopefulness with me, apparently.During the first hour was when we made the steepest part of the descent towards Canby. The river was narrower. What a wonderful world he had been introduced too!A world of slave girls... ruled inexorably by Madame Vesta and her numerous asistants.Quentin Osman picked up his opera glasses and, this time, he focused them on the starboard deck. Here another naked woman was scrubbing the deck. On her knees, she was moving slowly towards him, her half-melon breasts swinging and joggling beneath her without cessation. Her face, despairing, and mouth partially open, was half concealed by strands of long blonde. Typical shameless flatterer, but not over the top and managed the correct balance between clingy and keen. This was all new to him (as with many of you) and I always think it somewhat admirable when you pluck up the courage to meet both ‘Eeyore’ and myself. Now, I seem to be developing a trend for able bodied seamen (and the like) but then living where I do it’s hardly a surprise! He was an older gentleman... tall, well-groomed, salt and pepper hair (yummy), good physique…. Yep! I thought to. I just know of him and his reputation.”Yeah, a reputation that’s in the mud.“Well, he’s my father,” the witch proclaims. “He’s looking over me right now as we speak.”Really? You’re going to play a card like that? What if he calls us out on it?“Oh, I have no doubt,” the man says, his smile still on his face as he moves just a little closer. “What about your friend?”“What friend?”There’s just one word that comes to mind... “The one you said was out collecting firewood,” he offers.“Oh yeah, she’s.