She was fit, flexible, a borderline nymphomaniac, and had only just turned 18, but still had yet to be with a man. Deciding that regardless of what an...enticing voluptuous body she had, the fact that it rested on a 6’ 2” frame probably made most men feel emasculated. Sighing, accepting her fate she walked towards the bathroom.The steam rising from the tub was not nearly as enticing as the scent of tropical bath oils wafting through the steam filled bathroom. Beth slowly stepped into the tub;. " "Lighting needs input, are we still cloudy?" "They'resobering her up, she'll be ready for the noon shoot." "Props has a fix,they want to run it by you."Each person got a nod, a few words, or a short acknowledgment that he'dget back to them. "Looks like we're 30 minutes behind on the set, spreadthe word," he announced. "I'll be with lighting for when the nextemergency pops up," he told the aide standing at his side."Got it, sir," was the instant response.Hans Smithfelt was in constant motion. He then climbed up onto his driver seat.I stood up and went back on the bus, without saying a single word. I assumed it had been the end of this ordeal... But I was totally wrong.Ten miles ahead, the bus stopped again at the road side.The old driver stood up and said he had missed my asshole a while ago...I tried to escape from his grip; but he was stronger than me.The bastard made me flip over my stomach onto the seat I was using.I felt again my tiny thong being dragged to my ankles.I knew. S. Forester book I'd read for a book report in high school. There was something in it about tacking against the wind. I put the tiller over, told Jason to switch the sail over to the other side of the boat and we were tacking. The boat came over to point the way we wanted and then pointed roughly towards the shore. I got us closer to the shore this time before tacking and didn't let the shore get so far away before tacking back. Pointing the front of the boat one way and then the other we were.