I was also surprised, and highly delighted to find that you had been appointed as my second in command, but I don't think you remember me do you Comma...der?"Tony said "No maa'm I am sorry but I must be blind or drunk not to have remembered you." Well I am not surprised, because it was on the Fairy Queen, on the return from Dunkirk that I saw you standing on that open bridge. I was there when you were so viciously gunned down. I saw you valiantly struggle to your feet, time and time again, to try. My clothes came off in seconds and we both began a long awaited embrace. After weeks of living together the sexual energy was explosive. Our tongue’s intertwined as we French kissed and caressed each other’s bodies. Months of sexual deprivation surged forward from both of us. I knew Maureen was a beautiful redhead, but I had no idea how a dancers body was like a chiseled sculpture, she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Maureen pushed me backwards on the couch and straddled me. Then. Or--" Marylou paused, smiling faintly. "Or I will."Rachel gulped in shock."Or the doggy and I can share your pussy," Marylou added. "There's plenty of cunt juice there for us both." But--that's what lesbians do!" Rachel gasped."Sure. But I ain't a lesbian, don't worry about that. I just like to suck cunts. There's a difference."Rachel blinked. Maybe so, but it seemed like a very strange difference to her. Could a girl be a cunt-lapper without being a dyke? It was an interesting idea. Rachel. Charles seldom smoked but took the offered cigarette and drew deeply onit."Funny how us Brits call cigarettes fags... and you're also a fagaren't you? You're my fag." Robert blew on the tip of his cigarettemaking the red ember glow in the gloom."Do you know what fag also means?" It is a synonym for tired or exhausted," Charles croaked."Now you're just being coy. Our American cousins use the word as slangfor something else don't they?"Charles remained silent and took a puff on his.