.". Chris thought quickly and remembered the leather biker jacket he found earlier. He through it on and he again got that strange tingeling sensation...in the pit of his stomach. Gosh, he loved the feeling he got from wearing it. He got a serving tray with the cups and coffee pot from the steward and he put a tea towel over it to keep the rain out. Christopher walked up stairs to the wheelhouse with the coffee. He only had to walk a short distance outside, but the wind and rain had picked up. Lynn had successfully realised two of his fantasies so far that day, going girl shopping and now here he was in a maid's uniform about to serve tea to his mistress. He giggled to him self and whispered, "With a curtsey." Somewhat unsteadily he held the tray in one hand as he knocked on the lounge door and entered saying with a broad grin. "Tea. Mistress."Lynn sat bolt upright and grinned as her eyes raced over his image. "I like that, Mary," she gloated. "Being Mistress, suit's me don't you. That must be them.“Thanks George and Fred. You guys are too good to me.”“No Bob it is the other way around, you are too good for us.” George continued and said. “I too love your comedies. Some of the Benny Hill you have is very good. We are all enjoying your DVD and VHS collection. I heard from one of our people about 10 parsecs away that they had just started on your Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin VHS tapes. You know we downloaded your whole collection into our data repository. Now all of our. Yohann had "revealed" to Sunniva that he would not bow down and accept Georgina as his Queen as she was not strong enough, not merciful and not fair, which caused Georgina to fly off into a rage. She was still not calm when she saw the naked Yohann, grabbed hold of the nearest item, a horse whip, and proceeded to add several marks to his impressive array of scars.She turned him to face him and stared into his eyes. "I must say, lovely girl that Sunniva. Where did you find her?" Yohann asked and.