.. who cooked? I looked around ... the house was spotless ... who cleaned? I searched ... nobody. Who ever did it had a job for life. One of the drawb...cks of North Island ... When I was done working ... I wasn’t. Same deal with the Basilisk ... I cooked and cleaned.When I came in the next morning Gonzalez was just finishing the conversion to propane. Propane is safer in confined and inadequately ventilated quarters.“Gonzalez!”“Sí, Patrón.”“Good man!”“Sí, Patrón.”The entire shop broke out into. “Thank you”. “No problem” he replied and lifted me to my feet and walked my back to my car. My cock was now enormous and throbbing with want. The guy gently pulled me back against the bonnet of the car, undid his zip, pulled out his cock and they both started to wank each other’s cocks. “Fuck me lads. Come over here quick. There’s a tranny and she looks up for it!” shouted a guy from the shadows and several guys appeared as if from nowhere and, undoing there zips, started to bring themselves. He is always interested in older women. "Well, she looked like she was about your age, bud, and she is damn near as tall as you." "Haha, really now?" I just played along with him, I had convinced myself that up there, in the cold arctic, that I would just be there to work. I mean, there is nothing else to do. It wasn't until two days later that I saw her. I must've seen her before, it was a small building, but I think this time was the first time I really remembered it. I saw her exactly. . . ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BUILDING "I'll be right back Linda . . . I've gotta use the bathroom." "Sure. I'll wait for you right here," she replied as she sat down on a nearby bench.Inside, I waited a minute or so for a stall to free up. Once one did, I used the facilities and then headed over to a sink to wash my hands and fix-up my hair a little bit. As I was doing so, I caught the reflection of a young teenage girl entering the restroom. She seemed to look somewhat dazed, almost confused.