"They are French at least," the captain said."This word, 'Freehold.' It is English," the scientist said as he stared at the boat and its mysterious oc...upants. "How far are we from the Pitcairn Islands?"The officers checked their position and without needing to run the numbers replied, "At least sixteen hundred kilometers."A couple of hours later, the towed array had been safely stowed and the French oceanographic vessel was barely making enough speed to maintain headway. Nearly the entire crew. She was always teasing me about catching a girlfriend and tying her up. I thought it was funny, so I laughed and said, “Yeah, right, no girl would want that.”Gloria laughed also, “You may be right, but I wouldn't bet on it.”School started so I didn't see as much of Dale or Gloria then. Gloria was always working outside on the weekends. She had rows of planters loaded with flowers. She usually wore shorts and a blouse, the weather was almost always warm. When she bent over, my eyes were always. It's ok, we'll figure outwhat he meant by that. We'll catch him and then we'll find out what'sgoing on," he said reassuringly.Major responded with a kiss and a swat on the shoulder.Outside, at one end of the runway, Noel was enjoying the sunrise withher helmet off while Jeffrey stood further off keeping her company. Asshe stood towards the rising sun with her arms outstretched gulping inlung fills of air."You know," Noel started. "I can't believe it took me getting kidnappedand caged for weeks. His tongue pressed hard on my clit and I let out a cry. He sucked gently while his right hand glided up my left thigh. It moved to the entrance to my wet hole, fingers probing. I tilted my hips up, practically begging for him to finger me. He pushed in two fingers while sucking hard on my clit. I screamed. He moved his fingers hard and fast, adding a third one. I could feel it building at the base of my stomach. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Suddenly my back arched, cum squirting all over..