Everynight, after a concert, I'd text him to let him know how the concertwent, and he'd text me back to tell me about his day, and I'd lay awakereadin... his texts and giggling at his little jokes, like a teenagedgirl giggling at her first crush- which, but for a few months of age,is what I technically am. Or rather, what I technically was for thepast two weeks, as when I text Kurt tonight, the usual 'tingles' I getthroughout my (still 100% chemically male) body are worryingly absent."Don't need. “I don’t know aunty!” Everybody there laughed after I said aunty including aunty.”“Oh haha aunty, now this, How do you describe resonance?” I stayed mom for a minute but then they probed an another technical stuff and I didn’t have an idea about it as well. One of the ladies mocked aunty by saying, “Oh yeah you really have a clever nephew as you used to say Anamika!” Saying that they all laughed at aunty and she was left speechless. The rest of the time they spent joking off while they left. He was having bareback, missionary-style sex on his marriage bed with another man’s wife, while his own wife selflessly pleasured him, a clear sign that his life had taken a real turn for the better, not that it was bad before.As for the shower activity, well, Angie had the ability to just about wake the dead, and she certainly had with Ronald, whose dick was now at attention as he took the youngest Sloane girl from behind in the shower. If Angie hadn’t already been preggers, she would be after. Tara vs me ... I just knew it. It seemed to good to be true with the Captain letting Tara and I enjoy an hour or two of fun. It was just too good.I was wrong – well partly. As the entire crew crowded round the mat I stood next to Tabatha and waited. Lieutenant Ruth had donned her usual blue ringmasters outfit and was waiting for the mat to be set up and for Seawoman Alice to retrieve the box of nasties for the losers.The Captain took centre-stage and addressed her crew. It had been a trying.