I was back on the barge by noon Christmas day. It was just another day to me. I hated that about myself. I had obviously lost my faith in everything. ...aybe not everything but everything in which the average person put their faith.I was surprised that the barge was empty at noon on Christmas day. Then I guessed that Wilson had gone to visit his daughter. I wondered it he would take Mel, who was most likely younger than Wilson's daughter. "Merry Christmas honey, I want you to meet your new future. We rode along for a while with Joyce saying nothing. She was sitting there smiling, staring straight ahead with one arm lazily resting along the window ledge and the opposite fingertips almost absentmindedly dancing across the top of my shoulder.I looked over and noticed that her skirt had ridden up a bit. Actually much less was exposed to my gaze than I had already seen in the shorts she had worn earlier but somehow it seemed sexier to have her legs revealed this way.I only glanced at her legs. .last door on the left. You unlock Your office door and yank me through. You are on me the second the door is locked again, mashing our bodies together through our clothes, devouring my mouth with Your skilled tongue, and ramming Your raging hardon into my crotch as you pull my dress over my head. i am so into it that i don’t even realize You have cuffed me. You back me up against a wall and hook the cuffs overhead on a nail. i’m stretched but i can manage it; that is, until You kick my legs. As you step into the light, I see you are bare chested. Your chest with soft curls, running down to the tops of your pants, hinting at more below. You smile and catch my hand, with a quick hello, as you pull me to you. Your arms wrapping around my waist, turning me so my back is to your chest, holding me close. I bite my lip and look out over the edge of the boat. The water just underneath my feet, your arms around me, and still wondering if I will sink when I take the leap. I sigh, standing.