Will you unwrap me?”“Gladly.” I lifted the nightdress off over her head, only to discover that she was wearing a skimpy bikini under it.“This ...s the closest thing I have to lingerie.”I ran my hand over the side strap of her bikini top. “Aren’t presents supposed to have string?”“I guess so,” she giggled. “You can keep going, if you want.”“Oh, I intend to,” I said as I stepped back and took her hand. “Lie down.” I patted the bed with my free hand.She complied, blushing under my gaze.I settled in. She was an exquisite young black goddess of a woman, tall and lithe except for a set of oversized knockers. She was wearing a sort of sarong like they have in the South Pacific, and it could barley restrain the press of her tits as she glided across the floor with a breakfast tray. A bright pink orchid gleamed in her hair which was wrapped beneath tropical colors like the one concealing her voluptuous body. Her eyes were large and luminous and seemed to rake seductively across my half naked. But I'm afeared of gittin' back under the clutches of some bastard like the one ya rescued us from." That brought on a lot of cheers an' applause, an' it took over five minutes ta git the crowd back under control.The woman continued, "Ifen we could have somebody like Jack an' Sam ta run the place an' look after us, I'd be all fer startin' up our own whore house. How 'bout it, Jack? Are ya willin' ta be our pimp?"This brought on another round of cheers an' applause that took a while ta quieten. I guess his is not over Annie." Saul frowns at that thought."Well any of us be over Annie?" I mutter to myself. "And now It is my turn." I don't think we can stay in bed all afternoon." Saul says as he unwraps his arms and crawls over to the window. He lifts the shade and frowns. "I just got home. And it is like I was never gone." Funny," I say with an impish grin and add. "I just got home and nothing is the same. I wonder which of us has had the better journey?" My amusement fades as I.