A quick micky finn or blackjack, and you wake up on a year-long unpaid journey around the pacific. Nothing much has changed, except the length and loc...tion of the cruise.There were also legitimate employment brokers. But these folks worked out of offices. Had regular hours and didn’t smell of stale beer and desperation. They were easy to tell apart. The legitimate brokers carried cards, not knives.I am ex-FN Captain Henry Sullivan. A cashiered and exiled remnant of the Earth/Luna war. When. News agency staff worked only eight hours three on three off luckynoeople and got paid at least five times as much ch as me. At 7 am no,less than two guards took over from me. One of the news agency staff Nancy Allen, obviously Not her real name worked midnight to 8am. My first shift after I replaced the previous guard who left as he as moving back to where he came from Sunderland, Tynecand Wear I was delighted when joined by a young and quite beautiful young lady who introduced herself as. She climbed off and headed towards the door not saying a word. When it was open letting the light from the hallway back in I had a great view of her amazing ass and I could see a thread of cum stretched from her freshly fucked cunt to her thigh. I hoped this amazing sight remains burned in my brain for the rest of my life, I glanced at the clock that read 4:03 and drifted back to sleep. The next morning I woke up immediately wondering if that was a dream. I reached down and touched my flaccid. It was his wife and their lover."I thought you had that conference this weekend," said Dave."I wanted to remind you of how things happened after our last cruise," said Britney with a smile."How did you get another ticket for Amber? And how did you get out of that L.A. gig?" We had this planned for months, Dave," said Amber."And here I thought we were going to be without you for a year," said Dave."Nope, not really going anywhere," said Amber. "Brit never had a conference, either." Damn, you.