"Shit!" I yelled, waking Stephanie."What?" she asked groggily. She looked around at where she was and who was next to her. A look of alarm crossed her...face. "Hey, what happened last night?" Didn't you remember to set the alarm?" I asked, ignoring her question."Uh..." We're late!" Late?" We need to go." I threw the covers off the bed. It was covered in the dirt we'd tracked in last night. "We can't show up like this," I said, feeling my anxiety build."Like what?" Stephanie asked. I wished she. Dulcie was telling me a bit about these ships.”“A little, Joe. You know I’m no expert.”“Want the ten-pee tour?”Rebecca looked at Dulcie. “We’ve time, Rebecca,” she said. The girl nodded, so I began.“These vessels carried cargo all around the east and south coasts, mainly in and out of London. Everything. Coal, grain, hay and straw, manure out of the city to East Anglian farms. Carried gunpowder, bricks, cement ... you name it. There are little forts all around the coast, built with bricks and. She blinked her eyes and tried to focus on her surroundings, where were they now? Everything was so hazy, the black curtains had disappeared, they were somewhere else now. The weren’t in the studio, but in a bedroom. She reached for her head and pressed her palm against her temple. ‘What’s going on?’ She asked His voice. His magical mystical voice. ‘No worries honey.’ His timbre vibrated through her entire body, her pussy got warm and started to tingle, love was coarsening through her. "He sure did come back from his appointment pissed off about something." I said quietly."He probably caught his wife fucking the gardener again." She said with a giggle."What?" I asked in shocked voice."Mr. Huey says that his daughter is a real slut and in his words has a thing for undesirable men. In other words she likes black men. Rumor has it she flaunts it in front if Carl." She said as she looked up to see more customers standing in line.She hurried up front while I rolled the discarded.