"I'm feeling better. The pain'snot so bad." Who said anything about the pain?" She gave a small smile. "I thoughta stiff drink might help you get thro...gh this," she said, and handed mea scotch on the rocks.What a girl. And it was good stuff, too. I wondered if they had a listof my favourite drinks in my file. I wonder if Cindy did as well.Probably. She probably liked stupid girly drinks, pinks things withhalf-a-dozen fruit juices in it and an umbrella."Good," K said once I'd pounded back the. My wife and I had bought her a pink vibrator for her birthday which I know she used and was in her bed side table, I opened the draw and there it was I then started to stroke her ass with my hand hse never moved just carried on sleeping, I then slid my hand between the crack of her ass and pulled her cheeks apart her ass hole was now in view and her pussy lips parted revealing the soft wet pink of the inside of her cunt, she continued her deep sleep and then I decided I would stick a finger or. I had moved out of my room a month before and was living in the ship.I stopped at a second hand supply store and outfitted both girls. The black haired girl seemed shy but told me her name was Maira. It took a bit of coxing but the blonde's name was Susan. I had named the ship Saint George. She had once carried a crew of twenty with twelve sets of living quarters and two offices.I had removed the double bunks and replaced them with single larger beds from an old luxury liner. She had an extra. With Gwen now shacked up with Jonjo Rawlins I had sod all but a pillow to embrace in bed.I had arrived at Henley by train, and returned to Iver using the same form of transport. Even with a high performance car parked at Bourne Mansions I rarely drove. Baz agreed the Porsche was worth around £100,000, which I considered to be my nest egg, for although I also owned my apartment when the time came to sell I was legally committed to selling it back to the Trustees for not a great deal more than.