.I see. Sometimes you`re in luck, sometimes you`re not.“ Yet another smile from me.„I wonder what`s on the way to you now? Feeling excited?“The ...retty young face twitched. „N-No...Miss...“„Hmmmm...I wonder. After an elderly man, I should have thought you might be looking forward to something more substantial. Still as you`ve already told me, you`re not all that keen on fucking. Or sexgames in general, it seems. That`s pity, for there`s plenty of it around this place.“I grinned at her. Oh how. Max had to get away from him or he was afraid that he would rape this attractive bad boy and fuck his brains out. He moved into the little room and pulled off his shirt, shoes, socks, and his jeans, and dropped them onto the floor. That when he saw a pair of underwear on top of the pile of cloths, he bent down and pick them up and looked at them and beamed. The underwear was black and on the front had iron-on silver skull and crossbones on it, and on the ass it said three words “SEXY BAD BOY”. We all found that time had a habit of shrinking; at the start of each semester, the end of the semester and the exams seemed so distant ... but before we realized it, there was only a matter of weeks left; and a pile of assignments and projects to complete.Having David, Claire and even Garry living next door made the study much easier. In the evenings we would often work together on assignments; or go over the day’s classes. Having the others there to bounce ideas off or ask questions really. The rowboat was left wallowing in our wake as we continued to speed toward New Orleans.Our arrival in New Orleans did not attract any attention, since we had not announced an arrival time. The locals did not know that we had made the run in such a short time, but Capt. Johnson was sure that the word would get around as soon as the current passengers had time to talk to their friends and visit a few saloons. We had cut one-third off of the usual running time for a river boat headed down river,.