We went to the communal hearth to speak. Maket had to be helped there. He was in shock. He was so thrown by what I’d done, that he couldn’t even s...eak. His men helped him to his seat at the fire and then left him there. They didn’t go far. The band that had blocked our entrance to the village stood only a pace or two back from their leader, standing guard and waiting to act if necessary. Even so, the men weren’t much of a threat. They were as dazed by what I’d done, as was their leader. Not one. The creaking bed and loud moans are… a lot.As for what’s going on in that room? A Freshman named Cynthia is fully clothed on her back on her bed, and sitting on her face is Lotte, a blonde, Dutch officer who didn’t even do her the courtesy of moving her underwear out of the way. Cynthia is just smothered, panties and all, digging her tongue into Lotte’s pussy as the blonde, Dutch girl mercilessly rolls her hips, making the bed creak and protest. She won’t stop until she cums, and she won’t give. We were instantly exclusive. Simone would not tolerate any dalliances.“We’re together—a couple, right?” she would ask.I was no fool. I was not arguing this point. Having been selected by some divine intervention to be with Simone, I was shrewd enough to know when to cash in as a winner. And, of course, Simone had captured my heart. She does that. If you have the least bit of good in your soul, you can’t help loving Simone.So, on that Thursday afternoon, I slipped out of my office early to. Nothing was said as we melted together in a kiss. We were like two starved people at a banquet. Our tongues entwined, sucking and probing."Oh, God," she said.As we broke the kiss, I asked if she had ever made love on a Navy ship. She shook her head no. The I asked about a Navy ship underway. I got another no. Then it was about a Navy ship, underway, in fresh water. I got another no. I could see her moving around, squeezing her legs together and asked, "How about making love on a Navy ship,.