He was the model of German adolescent beauty—blond curls, blue-eyed, gorgeous smile, outgoing personality, robust athletic early-teen build, a bit s...ucy. I guess his name was Klaus. That’s what the men he was serving beer to called him, and they seemed to be quite familiar with him. He smiled at me as he passed where I sat at a long table, everyone around me being with someone else—except for me. He turned and smiled at me again. I grinned back and raised my nearly empty stein.I wondered if. ‘Let’s go for a swim,’ the Captain stated and we all adjourned to his private pool just behind his cabin. It was really refreshing, the water was about eighty-five degrees and there were millions of stars that you don’t see from the mainland blotting out the sky. Angel swam over to me and said, ‘How are you doing baby, holding up ok?’ I took my new bride in my arms and gave her a long lingering kiss. She tasted like Daniel’s semen and Mrs. Gillian’s pussy. ‘I’m ok, how about you?’ I asked. ‘My. Now I need to go exercise to work this through.”“Come on, children, come humor the old woman,” Faith said and burst out laughing. “Only as old as you feel, right?”The women took off running. I knew where they were headed and that there was a purposefully dark nook to the right of my balcony. I slipped over the railing and dropped fifteen stories to the ground with no one looking, landing silently.“You kids need to go find a room, not a dark nook to play stink finger,” I told the two kids I. I took a pall-mall from the much abused pack on my nightstand and lit up. I don't know if it was the nicotine or what, but there was something calming about a smoke after waking from the dream. This morning would make the one thousand seven hundred and thirty eighth time I relived that hellish day. Why I was obsessed with how often I had the dream was beyond me but kept track. I went on that same fate filled chopper ride an average of three nights a week and every time just as real as the.