..” Paul said, causing Carol to look at him and not the manuscript.“Please do,” she said.“It. um, takes place in 1947 ... um; actually there a...e two reasons for that. One my protagonist, Ray, wants to write the great American novel, just like every other GI back from the war. He thinks he’s found the answer in a murder that took place in Los Angeles earlier that year. I’m guessing you’ve heard of the Black Dahlia murder case?”Carol nodded her head, who hadn’t?“Okay, enroute to the west coast,. Everything was energy efficient.The bedroom was also finished. I could see our back yard out one window, the next door neighbor's house out of the other. Once again, the light fixtures were controlled by a dimmer switch. There were two lights with one rotating knob that dimmed both. Everywhere we'd been was painted and had the new oak floor. We could furnish the place tonight if we wished.The kitchen looked done, too. The floor now had the Formica tile. I hadn't realized it was part of the. She was passing through between fantasy assignments. With club business and family business running smoothly, Ned retired to his bedroom suite. He lay in bed, lightly stroking himself, thinking of Kiki and their earlier conversation. Of course, she was not a virgin but exuded a similar innocence. She smelled womanly, that feminine fragrance mixing floral, fruity and musk. She had freely volunteered her sexual preferences. She said she was multi-orgasmic. Her lithe body piqued Ned’s lust with. Anyway, everyone on the boat knew why I was there and, most had used me already. I finished the evening by servicing the original two guys, in the shared cabin, then flopping on one of the bench seats in the con. In the morning, after breakfast, I had to visit a local pharmacy then went to the room to get ready for our ‘guest’. There was no question about him bare-backing me; I wanted to be full of his seed and, dripping when he was done. He arrived first, we got better acquainted and, I was.