We'll have time on the Saint Lawrence." How about Chicago to New Orleans?" You'd have to motor down and have the mast stepped in New Orleans. As the c...ow flies, it's a lot shorter ... but ... the Mississippi doesn't fly ... it meanders. Besides, it's not really safe at night. Regardless of what the Corps of Engineers tell you, there's always loggerheads ... that's fallen trees floating in the river that you have to watch out for and the barge traffic is awful. Motoring means taking a USCG Power. I was instructed thereafter to take off his clothes. I had to place his shirt on a hanger. His creased pants on the desk to avoid being wrinkled. I slowly took off each shoe, placed them in a simple fashion next to his desk. HIS BODY! Oh such an exquisite body. His color of his skin glistened, his nipples where a chocolate brown. His chest with hair,prominentsurfaced masculinity. His tattoos on his chest stated, ‘La Vida Loca’ translated in English, ‘The Crazy Life,’ was at least 7 or 8 years. But I was nervous and wobbling and I had my hands full. I ended up falling and, as I went down, reached to grab hold of something to stop my fall. Well, it didn't do me any good. I grabbed at the first thing I could, which happened to be the man's towel. So then I was kneeling on the floor in front of this naked bloke, holding his towel. "Oh shit. Sorry... I am so sorry." I caught a glimpse of his cock, he seemed to be sporting a semi--before I held the towel up between him and me. I averted my. I laughed thinking it was lucky for him that he only lived a couple of blocks away. "So little sister this is what you've been up to since I went away." Jake's voice was very close.I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck."Slut." He hissed into my ear. I pushed him away. "What do you mean? I hear you all the time with your girlfriends in there." I pointed to the wall with his bedroom on the other side of it."They're sluts too." He smirked at me."That isn't fair. That means you're the.