‘Are you going to be in here a long time, Mr. Prentice?’ Deanna asked. ‘I don’t think so. Maybe two more weeks before I can go home. I don’t...know for sure.’ ‘How long is two weeks?’ Kirk asked. ‘Two more Sundays,’ I replied. ‘Not very long.’ ‘Children, that’s enough for now. You’re tiring Mr. Prentice out. Why don’t you wait in the hallway for me? I’ll be right out in a minute,’ Yolanda said. ‘Bye Mr. Prentice,’ they said in unison. I said my good-bye and watched as they trooped out into the. I told him to let A get me turned me on (which doesn’t take much), then I will do and want anything. We discussed permissions to do different acts, and safe words, which ironically enough we didn’t settle on one, which later on turned out to be something we probably should have chosen. He seemed a tiny bit skeptical that I was into things like being slapped and choked, so I told him the story of the first time A tried slapping me during sex, (A is also the first guy to ever attempt slapping me. They had brought along many beehives as well as many flowers to round out the ecosystem.The table looked spectacular with many large bowls of food along with freshly baked corn chips, steaming loaves of cornbread, Mexican beer brewed on the ship and bottle of cabernet sauvignon with crystal glasses. In the center of the table stood a vase with beautiful flowers. Janet Malone looked around, looked at Jason, laughed and said, “Don’t try and pretend that you’re not an Admiral!”“I’m not an Admiral. Her window was hidden by a tall hedge which made it perfect for me to spy! On many occasions I would see her lying in her robe on the couch, the only flesh exposed her hands, feet and ankles. Her toes & finger nails painted in different colours on each occasion. After fantasising for about a year but not expecting to see anything more, I took a peek on a rather warm night and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. Although she was lying on the couch watching TV as usual her robe was open.