She noted how it too had given in to gravity. The Woman moved both hands to her pussy which used to be accented by a thick patch of red pubic hair, no... mostly gray. Using one hand, she spread her outer pussy lips and inserted two fingers of her other hand. Using her thumb on her clit and two fingers in her cunt, she gently rubbed her clit, feeling that all to familiar tingle starting to move to her belly.She looked down at the Man sleeping on his back. Time had also worked its evils on him.. Whoever left her down here must surely be nearby, but where? You step back for a moment to ponder the situation. By now, any initial concerns you may have had for the woman are completely forgotten, but you also know you're running the risk of getting caught if you remain here much longer. Then something in the far corner of the room catches your eye, draws you in. Sitting ominously in the shadows is a wooden frame that looks very much like a carpenter's sawhorse, only this one has the 2 x 6. "I'm, I'm just going for a workout you two goingfor breakfast," I enquired."I doubt it, the very thought of food makes me want to hurl," she replied.Hurl, I thought to myself, so lady like, Avril had obviously skipped Swissfinishing school."Well suit yourselves." We will," Avril said in that superior tone she uses to make me feel small.I left the cabin and headed for the exercise deck. Three thirty I though tomyself that was nearly four hours after I had called it a night so Mum hadlied to me. I walked over and put my arm around Peter. "I realize nobody asked you the sixty-four thousand dollar question, can you sing? Don't sweat it. We'll just try this. It's the kind of song that doesn't have to be perfect." What if I'm no good?"I shrugged. "Then you can't make out with Traci any more."Peter turned deliciously red and swallowed hard."Peter, relax. Singing is supposed to be fun. If you can't do it, I can rewrite the scene, add a new character and give it to them, or we can have.