.. I'm her father, I should have known!'***** It was hours before he moved from the seat. The footage didn't show her begging and crying, it didn't ...how her fighting, trying to scream through the gag. It didn't show her being manipulated, blackmailed or drugged. It didn't even show the script had been forced to read. All her father saw was her willing face, moaning his name and smiling. Even had he known of the countless hours of editing that had gone into making it look genuine, he couldn't. They might listen to me and send me on my way without any further questions. Then too I might marry in the spring. That seemed pretty unlikely as well. I mean most guys love their computers to view porn, or play online poker, but I don't think many want to sleep with it. Okay I was feeling sorry for myself when the Fibby chick came for me. Actually she came for everyone in my section of cabins. That included Jerrod, so we walked up the stairs to the main deck together. All or us wore. Just Miss," Janice interrupted him."Ahh, humph. Yes." Mr. Larkin stumbled and began again. "Miss Newly, I understand we had a little disagreement this morning with Ms. Blake." No disagreement, sir. I plainly told her to quit stealing my proposals and passing them on as her own. Sir." Janice sat up straighter in her chair which thrust her rather nice bosom directly at Larkin. "Ah hum, I see." Larkin stuttered. "You think Ms. Blake is not giving you credit for the work you put into your. Now, I want to see the two number ones shake hands.’ It went on like that until we were all done. I was about number six, and I was paired off with a blue-eyed blonde sex goddess with rather exceptional mammary development. ‘How are you, Sarah?’ was all I could think of to say when it was our turn to shake hands. She had a rather delicate soft little hand. ‘Fine, and you, Robert?’ I liked her voice, the way it could form words and things. Just at that moment I can’t say I was running my brain.