Buck’s chartered a boat for 12 of us, out to the farthest of the Channel Islands - San Miguel.We boarded Friday evening around 6:PM for a Saturday m...rning (2:AM) early departure to make sunrise at the Islands.I was glued to Buck’s side in the evening, while the guys were making margaritas passing around gourmet homemade snacks. I was the youngest, they were all educated professionals, mixed races, about 10-20 years older, and all tested STD free; part of the Club physical and entrance. Things have been unsettled for several years anyway. Traveling eastward from the future Siam proves easy, through places in which inroads have been made, until it doesn't. In the place that would become Vietnam, a barrier presents itself. Chinese invasion and influence. Far more civilizing than the mad general had been towards Nick's sort of homeland, the people he confronts, however, continue to nudge him away.Perhaps to placate him or reward him for getting rid of the mad general, the Asian. “Yeah, did you have fun?” I replied, keeping my composure.“Yeah it was hot, until he popped in two seconds.” Cassie replied with disgust in her voice. She leaned down and poured herself a fresh glass of champagne from my new bottle and I watched as she quickly bottomed it.“Poor thing.” I lamented, pouring a glass and handing it to Candace.“Yeah, good thing you don’t have that problem.” Candace said, taking the glass from me.“Nope.” I replied, watching Candace drink half of her glass.“Come on. .. but tonight there was a full moon and the secret Jemma had hidden from her beloved Mistress was running rampant in her veins. She wanted the power Maggie was offering, and she wanted to reveal her hidden nature at last to the woman who brought her such pleasure."Yessss," Jemma hissed, smiling wickedly. She stood gracefully and stepped to Maggie's side, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her roughly to her knees. "My whore, my slut, my filthy cunt!" Maggie moaned at the names Jemma called.