”“You’re kidding?” Melinda said.“His father was a sergeant in the Army and won the Medal of Honor. He raised Jimbo with an iron fist. He pus...ed him to succeed in scholastic endeavors as well as martial arts. Apparently, he felt that a dumb man with a gun was a dead man with a gun. It wasn’t a matter of luck that Jimbo won the obstacle course race,” Shelly said.“He said it was tough, but he didn’t make a big deal out of it,” Melinda said.“Half the people who started didn’t finish. That’s saying. "No such luck, Mr. Gonzales." She leaned down and kissed him on the left cheek. "My last boyfriend just broke up with me over voice mail. And this thing is just some clock that's supposed to help me sleep."Alberto's lined face drooped, and his watery eyes lost their humor. "These men are loco en cabesa. They hurt you. I am sorry. Is it still the sleep? Still it is muy malo?" Yes, I still don't sleep." She paused and then forced a smile. "But look here, I have this new clock that will fix all. I purposely slammed the door and crossed the street to get to the pier.Bailey rolled down the window and yelled after me, "Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow or should I have Kerri come get you?"Never looking back, I flashed my ID to the pier security guard and walked as fast as I could to the Yellowstone brow. Bailey honked the horn as I heard Blue Betty rumble away. I climbed the steps and practically ran across the gangway onto the ship.I made it onboard at 0720. Without a minute to. The pressure, the fullness of him makes me whimper, I can feel my mouth forming the letting O like I'm gasping, he smiles down at me, just as he grinds in, pushing that moan out. I tremble, feeling him suddenly begin to move a quicker pace. Each thrust is deeper, harder than the last, but it feels amazing. I dig my nails into his flesh, racking upwards over him. He pounds into me, forcing my body to take on all his weight as he comes down into me. I spread my other leg wider, inviting him to.