

Day 1

Those Were the Days


"About time it got here." I mumble under my breath.

I'm waiting at the docks to board the paddle steamer when it finally
arrives. Yotna is beside me. He always likes the water but I’m not 
usually so keen to get on a boat. I suffer from seasickness, you see, 
but this is a trip unlike any other. A specially chartered paddle 
steamer to take the members of our newsgroup on a very special journey.

It arrives at the dockside and we study it together. “Never seen one like
that before, Esu.”

I look at the big wheels on either side on the steamer scooping up the water
and pushing it out as they turn. I smile. 'Victorian Era. How appropriate. 
No telling what or who will turn up though.'

I see a few of the crew standing on the deck, waving to us while the others
are frantically cleaning it for our arrival.

The ship lowers a ramp down onto the quayside and a small figure steps
forward and curtsies to us. 'She's got some style' I think to myself. 
'A challenge on her hands but she might just be able to pull this one off.'

"Welcome aboard ‘The Fantasy’."

I smile slightly as I hear her greeting.

"Glad to be here, Is everything ready?”

“Yes, as I am sure you will notice when you inspect the rooms.”

She continued, “Lady Chrystal should be arriving soon. She said that she
would be boarding at Southampton as well, but I told her a later time so you
would have time for your inspection first.”

"Good. Thank you. It will be nice to finally meet her at last."

I chuckled.

“Franz Kafka said he would be arriving with a guest.”

I nodded.

“Oh, he’s got a long drive to get here then, he should have stopped in
Europe somewhere and we could have diverted slightly to pick him up from
France or Spain.”

She continued. “And then there is suzee and Kenny, suzee thought the cruise
might be good for his convalescence.”

“It will be nice to meet so many friends at last.” I smiled. “I’d better
check the cabins quickly then. Thank you.”

I sped along to the cabins with Yotna in tow, looking into each one,
checking that
the 'welcome aboard' gifts were in place along with the usual chocolates and
wine.

"That all seems to be in order."

When we got back on the deck, a Mercedes was pulling up.  The driver got out
and opened the rear door.  An immaculately groomed vixen got out and let the
driver settle some sort of robe over her.   They talked briefly and then the
driver approached the porter who was pushing a trolley in their direction.
Together they opened the boot and unloaded the luggage, stacking it
carefully...  Once they had finished, he started pushing the trolley back.
After he’d managed to get it up the ramp I asked him "Lady Chrystal?"  He
nodded and I carefully ignored his slightly stunned look.  "Stateroom C1."

I heard Yotna chuckle and turned back to see what had amused him.  "You
missed it.  I think she just seduced him in about 10 seconds."

"Who?"  Then I looked at the officer checking her paperwork and knew.

I was still smiling when Lady Chrystal reached the top of the ramp and I
hugged her.

"So good to see you. Welcome on board."

As Lady Chrystal and I broke from our embrace, Yotna laughed. I turned to
face him and was about to ask what had tickled his sense of humour this
time. "Now there's something you don't see every day, Esu, I think someone
boarded early...”

I looked at the upper deck and chuckled. ‘Holograms are getting better and
better. That looks so life-like.’

Still smiling I replied, “I’m not sure who he is yet, but he’s obviously
very keen to get this voyage under way. Yotna, why don't you go and do
whatever it is that Captain’s are meant to do and get everyone else aboard."

* * *

Those Were the Days
by:  Stasya T. Canine, writing as 'Lady Chrystal'


I was at home, settled on my meditation rock and lost in the ecstasy of
feeling the sunlight on my fur when my cell phone rang.  I opened one eye
and glared at it.  Then I frowned.  Only a few people had my number and
could get through, the rest of the world was blocked.  Sighing, I picked the
phone up, glanced at the name of the caller, and answered. "Stas, this
better be important.  I was meditating."

"Sorry, Chrys."  His tones said he wasn't.  I detected a trace of amusement
when he continued.  "I want to read you something I just received."

---
To:  Stasya T. Canine
Subject:  'Those Were the Days'

Esu and Yotna invite you to take part in a special excursion.

A cruise ship has been chartered and will be leaving Southampton on October
1, 2005 for an extended voyage.  It will be calling at most major ports.  If
you cannot meet us in Southampton, please feel free to meet us at whichever
port is most convenient for you and your friends.

Note:  All expenses have been paid, including gratuities.

RSVP
---

He went on to note that replies were to be sent to Esu's email address.

I nodded to myself and smiled a bit sadly.  "Are you and Mahika going?"

I 'felt' his sigh more than heard it.  "I don't know yet.  Mahika is
willing, of course.  Maybe later we'll pull the Sam C out of storage and
meet you folks somewhere.  Sorry, Chrys.  Wish I could be more definite
either way."  This time his regret was genuine.

It didn't take me long to decide I was going.  "Well, dear, give my best to
Mahika."  I laughed gently.  "Thanks for letting me know.  I'm going."

"Thought you would.  Take care and say hello to Merlin and the rest of your
folks for me.  Enjoy yourself."

I smiled even though he couldn't see me.  "You know I will.  You take care
of yourself, OK?

"I shall."  He closed the connection.

I smiled gently and set the phone back by my side before returning to my
meditation.

That evening I emailed Esu for more details and explained how I'd found out.
The next day, details in hand, I contacted the cruise line and eventually
wended my way to the woman in charge.  Once we'd sorted out the finer
details I thanked her and hung up.
* * *

Next, of course, was to let everyone know my plans for the near future.
Merlin had gone on one of his explorations.  Chryslin and Arleta were off
somewhere doing one of their shows.  That left Kay and the twins as the only
people I needed to tell.

While were gathered for lunch I mentioned Stas's call and the invitation.
"Stas called me.  He passed on an open invitation to a cruise and I decided
to go."

The others shared looks and laughed.

Becky spoke first.  "I can guess.  Another one of those ASSD adventures he
keeps getting told about."

I nodded and sipped my tea.

Kay sighed.  "Are he and Mahika going?"

Now it was my turn to sigh.  "He hadn't decided yet and of course Mahika
will go along with his decision, whatever it is.  He mentioned that they
might get the Sam C out of storage but from everything I felt during the
call it's pretty unlikely he'll show up along the route."  I shook my head
sadly.  "I know he's doing his best to look at it even-handedly but all the
same...  I don't expect them."

There was a silence while the table was cleared.

I looked into my refilled glass and smiled.  "I'm going to need a ride to
Southampton.  I'll be traveling light so that means I can use one of the
town cars."

Cathy and Becky nodded slowly.  Cathy was the one who spoke up.  "I'll do
it."

"Thank you.  I'll have everything ready by morning."  I laughed.  "After all
of these years, I'm still not used to having others wait on me.  But, this
time I'm definitely going to appreciate having them available to help me
pack.  For the first time in years, I have to 'be somewhere on time'."

The three of them shared my laughter.

* * *

After we finished lunch I sighed and headed for my office.  For the first
time in years I had many things to do and little time to get them done in.
Usually we didn't have to worry about the problems of time when planning our
future.

My desk was easily cleared.  There were a few things I left on it for Kay to
parcel out as she felt appropriate.  That done I leaned back and thought
about the voyage and my needs for the next couple of months.  Research had
told me that once we left port we'd be leisurely moving from port to port on
an around the world excursion.  The Fantasy had a top speed of about 9
knots.  That meant that if I stayed aboard for the full voyage I'd be gone
for about 8 months.  I'd better plan accordingly.

Take the phone?  Yes.  Some of the people who might want to talk to me
weren't power handlers.   Suddenly I muttered a curse: "Aesir's Blood!"  I'd
forgotten to ask what kind of power the ship had, if any.  Well, take
everything, including the travel adaptor kit.  Next problem.  Would I have
service?  That put things in perspective.  She was a period ship so she'd
have some sort of ship-to-shore service.  Take the phone anyway.

Clothing?  That was more difficult in some ways, simpler in others.  My
Bard's cloak would go.  I'd be wearing it the most, if I wore anything at
all.  The working and ceremonial harnesses would go, too.  If nothing else,
they'd give me someplace to hang my phone when I carried it.  A period
outfit would be a must.  A couple of modern outfits and an assortment of
dresses to try and blend in with the locals when we stopped in port.

Oh, yes...  Definitely some of the custom sandals I'd had made over the
years.  Natural filth I could deal with but I'll never forget Merlin's
hilarity the first time my pads had encountered used chewing gum.  Nor would
I forget the ungodly amount of precision it had taken to use power to get
rid of it.  The unholy stuff had acted like it was a permanent part of my
foot. *Then* he'd told me about chilling it with an ice cube...   Easier to
use sandals.  Hmmm...  Did I have any of my original deck sandals?  On
second thought, I'd better leave them at home.   Humans were more concerned
with beauty than practicality and those sandals wouldn't be kind to the
decks.  Oh, well.  I'll take several pairs of the ones that keep my toenails
away from things.  I'll have more important things to do than getting rid of
toenail scratches during my spare time.

I checked the calendar, and then laughed to myself.  I was between my cycles
and the next one was far enough away that I wouldn't have *that* problem and
its associated nuisances.  Good enough.  I'd leave most of that home.
Besides, I could always 'call' it to me if my needs were great enough.

Several months.  That meant I'd better take my grooming combs and brushes in
addition to the ones I carried in my purse.

Grooming.  Parties were a given.  Social activities of all sorts.  I'd
better take my assortment of wet and dry dog shampoos and conditioners.

I gazed out the window and sighed.   I might as well pack for a working
vacation.

I rang for my maid.  "Please have someone bring my working luggage to my
rooms and then you can help me pack."

* * *

Taking leave the next morning was simple.  My maid fussed while my luggage
was loaded.   I hugged Becky and Kay then let Cathy play at being the
epitome of a proper chauffeur.

"Cute outfit, Cathy."  I let her see my grin.  "I do think you look better
in the maid uniform, though."

She giggled.  "I think I do, too."  She sobered and curtsied elaborately
before she opened the passenger door.   "Your transportation to your next
adventure awaits you, M'Lady Chrystal."

Two can play that game.  I straightened to my full height of two meters and
nodded regally before handing her my formal cloak and getting in.  "Thank
you, Cathy.  I'm certain your skills are more than equal to the task that
awaits you.  I shall expect no problems *and* that we shall arrive on time."
 I settled into the seat and smiled at her.  "The Southampton docks,
Cathy."

She closed my door, carefully folded my cloak, opened the front passenger
door, put my cloak on the front passenger seat then went around to settle
behind the wheel.

When ours eyes met while she was adjusting the mirror she grinned.  "Fasten
your seat belt, M'Lady.  We know you don't need it but the authorities are
convinced that even Bardic Masters will not be safe without one."

I sighed.  "Yes.  One of those quaint customs you people have.  Well, as an
ambassador to your world, I suppose I must set an example."

I fastened my seatbelt and without any more byplay between us we were off.


* * *

The trip was through places I'd seen many times over the years but I have
always been fascinated and a bit appalled by how rapidly things change on
Earth.  I noted the changes, felt some relief at how few of them I noticed
this time and otherwise used the time to think about the voyage and how I
should conduct myself.

Rather reluctantly I decided to avoid any overt uses of my powers unless
there was an emergency.

I knew I couldn't avoid revealing my knowledge of shipboard life, especially
if I stayed for the entire voyage.  I'd studied Earth's age of sail and
while there were many similarities to my past there were also many
differences.  I was looking forward to seeing those differences for the
first time since I'd decided to live here.  I'd be an interested passenger
unless events led me to be otherwise.

Once I settled those problems I decided that I would be there to relax,
observe and otherwise leave myself open to any possibilities that came my
way.

Cathy was her usual efficient self and managed to quickly get us to the quay
with plenty of time to spare.

* * *

I sighed after Cathy brought us to a gentle stop.   "Show-time.  Cathy, if
you would be kind enough to bring my robe..."

She laughed.  "Quaint, irrational customs, Vel."

I smiled.  "True.   I should be used to them by now."  This was one of our
family's ongoing jokes.  All I usually wore was one of my harnesses.  Earth;
however has this irrational fear of displaying the body in public.  So,
although I have never felt the need to go clothed unless the situation
absolutely required it, I nevertheless wore something in public.  This time
I'd chosen my formal cloak but Cathy had known that I refused to wear it
while in the car.  Thus, the delicate dance we were about to perform.

She got out and stepped around to open the door before holding my cloak so
it hid me from view while I got out and slid into it.  "Adds a touch of
elegance and mystery."  She winked.  "Can't do that when you're only wearing
your fur."

I smothered a laugh.  "OK.  You find a porter and I'll go make my entrance."
I scanned the dock and ship.   "I'm not the first to arrive.  Esu and Yotna
are here, somewhere."   An unusual movement caught my attention briefly and
I giggled.  "Definitely not first.  Someone is not only on board they've
started their own private party.  Oh, I'm in stateroom C1."  I reached into
the car and grabbed my purse, another 'quaint custom' I'd grown used to
since arriving on Earth.

Cathy raised her eyes skyward when she spotted what I was talking about but
wisely said nothing before going to get my luggage taken care of.

The boarding ramp was down but Esu and Yotna still weren't there when I
reached it.  While I waited for them I took care of the tedious details
involved when one desires to travel on a cruise ship.   I let my amusement
show when the crew member tasked with taking care of greeting passengers
goggled at me.

I deliberately looked him up and down.  He wasn't bad looking for a human.
"I have six of them."  He flinched and blushed, finally meeting my eyes.  I
laughed and touched his cheek, lightly stroking it with a claw tip.  "Six
breasts.  Maybe you'll get to see them sometime during the voyage."

That brought him back to reality.  His smile was slightly forced but I liked
its honesty.  "Yes, well...  May I see your papers, too?"

He sighed.  "Unfortunately, that's something I have to do now."

I nodded and handed a stack of paperwork to him.

He looked the paperwork over and then handed it back.  "All in order, Lady
Chrystal.  I hope you enjoy your voyage."  He gestured toward the boarding
ramp.  "Welcome aboard."

I curtsied.  "Thank you.  I'm looking forward to whatever happens."

I reached up and lightly stroked his face again.  "I don't tease--unless you
want me to.  Look me up when you go off watch.  Deal?"

He smiled ruefully.  "I was told this would be an interesting cruise and to
expect anything.  This..."  He laughed.  "My name is Harvey.  You have a
deal."

"Thank you, Harvey.  My friends call me Velvet, or Vel."  I turned and
deliberately ankled my way up the ramp.

* * *

By the time I got to the top of the gangway Esu and Yotna had arrived.  Both
of them were slightly out of breath so they must have just finished their
inspection.

Esu and I hugged each other.  "Esu. So good to meet you, at last."  She
tightened her hug as she responded and then we let go of each other.  Yotna
wasn't bothering to hide his grin when he used his head to gesture at the
crewman I'd left at the bottom of the ramp.  I glanced at Harvey and
giggled.  "Poor Harvey.  I hope he can keep his mind on his job.  He's
agreed to be my escort when he goes off watch.  He's nice, for a human."

Yotna's head flinched sideways and he chuckled, then gestured.  Esu and I
glanced around and I smiled.  "Well, I don't see anything unusual, just two
people who don't mind being watched.  Refreshing."

I turned my attention to Yotna and held out my hand.  "I've heard a lot
about you, too."  I winked with the eye that was away from Esu.  "Did Esu
remember to outfit a cellar for you?"

Before he could reply my cell phone rang.  I growled low in my throat before
answering it.  "Hello?...  Oh?  Really?  Hold on."

I was grinning when I looked up.  "Excuse me.  Conference call.  Just be a
minute or two."

I returned to the call.  "OK.  Back.  Just visualize me and I'll be able to
find you...  Good.  I have you.  Nice talking to both of you."

I hung up and looked at Yotna.   "A surprise should be arriving behind you
right about...  Now."

I was laughing when I eased past Yotna so I could hug the 'pirate' who was
standing behind him. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Wheeler."

I turned to Esu and Yotna.  "I'm going to go explore this beautiful ship
before she gets that lived in feeling."  I turned back to denny and touched
his face lightly.  "You're here to relax and enjoy yourself."  I touched the
sword he was wearing and grinned at him.  "This isn't the sword you should
be unsheathing.  If I'm not wandering the ship, I'll be in stateroom C1.
The door will always open for you."

* * *

Those Were the Days
by:  Yotna Eltoub

I stand on the quayside, my arm slung loosely around Esu's slim shoulders.
Her rapid breathing gives away her excitement. I wonder how she had managed
to pay for this extravagance, but I know better than to ask. It will remain
forever a mystery, like the contents of her handbag, or the never ending
supply of sweets she has hidden in her pockets. Some things in life are best
left unknown.

"About time it got here." She grumbles.

I smile, she never was patient. The steamer serenely glides up to the quay
and docks, well dressed deckhands descend, jumping onto the ground and
catching the well-thrown lines.

“Never seen one like that before, Esu.”

Vaguely amused, I think it may not be the first time I say that today.

"Yes it's Victorian, I think. Oh, and before you say it - I expect it was
built before I was born!" I smile knowingly at Esu, who beams back cheekily.

Seconds later she is sprinting up the newly lowered gangplank. I have never
seen her so keen to get on a boat, certainly not one I captained. I cough
and plod along behind her, led once more by my enthused diminutive partner.
Where does she get the energy? Off we hurtle on a whirlwind tour of the
cabins. I could have lingered longer to investigate the lush surrounds,
given the option. Still all was shipshape and Bristol fashion. We return
deck side just soon enough to see Lady Chrystal arrive. Quite an entrance. I
laugh quietly, and Esu interrupts her conversation long enough to glance at
me.

"You missed it. I think she just seduced him in about 10 seconds."

Seconds later Lady Chrystal joins us and falls into Esu's welcoming embrace.
As they part I wink at the new arrival.

"I don't think the poor chap knew where to look. He's still recovering," I
motion with my head and smile.

As I flick my head back, the oddest of sights catches my eye. On the upper
deck a striking oriental girl openly caresses her tall male companion. In
other circumstances this would be an intimate rather than a public act.

"Now there's something you don't see every day." I say with undisguised
mirth, "Esu, I think someone boarded early..."

* * *

Those Were the Days
by:  Franz  Kafka

The e-mail from Esu with the invitation to the trip caught me on the hop.
But then, my girlfriend definitely was wrong footed. She had no time to join
me -- she had so much work in her job as a photographer now that the school
term had started again. The journey was a big surprise and she just couldn't
get the time off. Anyway, she decided that I couldn't travel on a ship
without an appropriate escort. She thought for a while and then phoned a
girl she knew.

I arrived a couple of hours earlier than I intended. I hated to be early
since high school, when I accidentally made the mistake of being early. That
wasn't normal in my life, to be early.  Most of the time I was late. But to
be late when you have to reach a ship is a bad idea. If you miss a train,
you can kick down the right pedal and try to catch it, if you know how to
drive your car. Driving skills won't help though when you are trying to
catch a missed ship.

I’d left home the night before, with the black-haired fuck-toy in the
co-drivers place. Her tits were firm, had to be since I’d claimed that she
wouldn't be able to use any underwear during this journey.

She was young, about half my age, pretty much the same age as my girlfriend.
She would turn twenty on March 25th, 2006. A head shorter than me with black
shoulder length hair, but she wasn't ‘knockout’ looking. Neither skinny nor
fat, but well shaped, she was similar to the girlfriend I had to leave
behind. She was wild, but not too wild. She smoked cigarettes and grass I
guessed and we were steadfastly drinking throughout the night before we
departed until dawn. Jameson for me and Tequila Sunrise for her, that was.

My companion with the 95-65-92 liked sex a lot though she wasn't always
comfortable with another girl's tongue, she was reluctant to my lover’s
kisses and licks at first, but then, she was brave -- and had a natural
talent.

The last 24 hours were spent in my BMW on the motorways, driving at
high-speed all the time. The radar detector managed to save me a fortune.
The gracious blow-jobs, she had given to me during the wild chase, had been
merely the only distraction apart from the fuck when I purchased gasoline.
My cock was buried in her (This is a porn story, so please understand, I
pierced her with my stone-rock-hard 15 inch long prick, causing the best
orgasms she ever had).  I spat into her mouth and she screamed like Monica
Seles in a tennis match with Steffi Graf -- flooding her and shooting my
sperm into her, impregnating her, the teen, who didn't know a shit about
contraception, like in a story by Frank McCoy:

As I said before this is a porn story, so the girl was deep-throating my
thick *and* long prick and swallowed my hot and juicy seed. Well, shooting
sperm into a lover's mouth was the most effective way of birth control
(sorry, Frank) and my escort knew how to pump a prick. My escort knew about
birth control – my girlfriend had checked and informed me  -- and so the
only mandatory stops we made, resulted from the urge to eat and pee. If I
was a meaner man than my readers believed, I even hadn't stopped to pee, but
forced the girl to drink all the yellow fluid she and I produced -- see,
reading stories at ASSM corrupts your mind.

Well, I am a guy, so be assured, that we made some stops. The girl's tongue
was hot, wet, and she knew how to use it, but my prick was hot, hard, and I
knew how to use him. (Once, my editor told me, that the reference to a prick
is 'it', but I disagreed and recommended her to ask her hubby and Antony
confirmed my theory!)

It's a cliché and I am still so young, so the black headed girl and I fucked
twice while driving to the harbour, from which the ship hired by Esu and
Yotna would depart. I fucked her once again, fucked her from behind, and
fucked her in her ass, gave her some mandatory spanking, finger fucked her,
and pushed my fingers into her ass. I bit her ear-lobes, licked her nose,
and spit in her mouth. In other words, we had sex, fucked, and had to make
another break.

* * *

Afterwards, I thought we're late and drove even faster than before. I almost
panicked, fearful of being late.

We arrived in the harbour just at the moment, when Esu and Yotna were
climbing up the gangway of the ship. I pressed the button and peeped the
horn of the car. Then both of us waved to the couple who had invited us on
the trip. They waved back and waited for us.

During the journey across Europe, driven as if in a cannonball race, I had
briefed the girl about the pervs we would meet aboard the ship. I had told
her that Esu and Yotna, our hosts, were a married couple but, as far as I
had understood, Esu set the rules and when Yotna wanted to play his own
games, he went to spend some time in the cellar.

Well, you could say, a ship has no cellar, but a ship has some dark lower
decks, with rats and mice, hot and humid and not convenient. Surely, no
upper class, sexy, and well dressed woman would lose her way into the
basement of a ship, but I was prepared to look after Yotna, if the worst
case should come to reality. I had brought some bottles of Jameson with me
and, if things really got bad, Yotna would get a blowjob or two.

Don't misunderstand me! Yotna won't be my concern! I would be *upstairs* --
you remember the television serial 'Upstairs -- Downstairs'? -- comforting
Esu... so my escort could care for the brave Englishman.

Unfortunately there wasn't a parking space on the quayside to leave the car.
So I waited for Sandra to get out of the car before I threw out our luggage
and told her to wait for me, until I had parked the car into a guarded
garage. I hoped, that I could deposit the car and join Sandra, before she
was discovered by the other pervs that were on the ship. Anyway, if I missed
the ship's departure, I couldn't help Sandra anymore...

* * *

Yotna continues:

I turn to face the unexpected guest, a curmudgeonly man with an obviously
false wooden leg and an eye patch.

"denny!" Well if ever a stowaway was welcome... Mind you I expect we will
all have our eyes dotted and our teas crossed, now"

I reach out and give my friend a hug.

"Now if you will all just excuse me a minute, I need to go and give Franz a
hand. He’s looking a bit confused about the parking..."

I walk away smiling and nodding to all, this is turning out to be a very
good day. I descend the gangway and approach Franz, waving.

"Hi Franz, don't sit cocooned away in there - come and join us. I'll get
someone to valet park it for you. They think of everything here, you know
there's even a stud kennel - so Freedom can enjoy the same sort of break as
us."

I smile at the pile of whisky crates in the back of the car.

"A man after my own heart, now on board they are stocked up too, Bushmill's,
Glenlivet and my favourite tipple, the Famous Grouse. Mind you we probably
shouldn't try them all tonight!"

I beckon to the steward, and Harvey walks towards me. Big guy, white, six
footer - he does look familiar.

"Harvey, can you park Franz's car for him? Oh, and get his packages taken on
board. Tell me were you ever in a Jimmy Stewart movie?"

Harvey looks confused.

"Nope, no movies."

He pulls a large pocket watch out.

"Mind you I am late, and I have a very important date."

Franz and I wander back towards the boat.

"I admire your taste in women, but tell me what do those large initials on
her tee-shirt stand for? Best I could come up with was 'Franz's Totty'."

"Really - Fuck Toy! Well I see she's pretty direct, must take after you my
friend."

We laugh as we stride up the sloping gangway. I get the feeling this trip is
going to be an education.

* * *

Esu continues:

While Yotna was welcoming Franz, I introduced myself to Sandra.

“I’m Esu, welcome aboard Sandra. I hope you enjoy the cruise. You will
probably have a lot of different experiences on this trip.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will.” She replied before beaming a wide smile.

At that moment Yotna and Franz came bounding up the gangway. I hugged Franz.

“So good to see you Franz after all this time. I’m not sure if the bar will
be like the Red 5 but I’m sure that you will enjoy it anyway. Yotna will
have stocked up on the whiskies.”

* * *

Lady Chrystal continues:

My stateroom was easy to find and when I entered it I was very glad I was
slender.  On the other hand, my height got me into immediate trouble.  Even
when I relaxed my lower tendons I was still too tall and had to duck my head
to get in.  Once in, I studied it thoughtfully and finally sighed.  About
all I could do was hope that Harvey enjoyed the outdoors.  Unless the
weather was terrible, I hoped I'd be spending most of my time on the main
deck or in other areas where my height wasn't going to be a problem.
I settled on the bunk and laughed to myself before I 'reached' and made
telepathic contact.  "Stas, you old dog, you've spoiled me."

I felt his laughter.  "Oh?  How so?"

"The Sam C is built so I don't have to stoop!  This thing was built for
midgets.  Earth midgets!"

His droll 'Ah.' of understanding had us both laughing.  "Well, it might have
had something to do with my own height.  Been there myself.  From your
exasperation I assume she's an honestly built period ship?"

I sighed.  "Yes.  And don't you dare say anything about my not taking that
into consideration. I know better."  I smiled at him mentally.  "I'd love to
talk some more but things are getting hectic as more guests arrive and
board.  You be good and give my love to Mahika, too."

I felt his smile.  "We love you, too, Chrys.  Be well and may good fortune
follow your footsteps."  He hesitated...  "But I think this time I won't
tell you to keep your head in the stars."

"Stas!"  I was laughing again when I broke contact and got back to figuring
out what I was going to do next.

I considered shape-shifting enough to reduce my height but quickly rejected
that idea.   I'd come on board as myself and it was only fair to the others
to remain that way.  The constant noise of feet going past my stateroom made
my changing a hasty one.  I swapped my cloak for my harness, made sure my
deck shoes were secure and then managed to work my way past the seemingly
solid stream of deckhands and baggage.

I'd memorized the deck plans so I was able to find my way around fairly
quickly.  The brief glances from the crew, often filled with their
frustration at finding another passenger getting in their way, told me I'd
better save a complete tour for later.  The glances too often reminded me of
my own when I'd captained or served ship board.  Hiding my smile of
amusement in case it was misunderstood, I made my way back to the deck and
after a brief search, found the lounge chairs.

Once I'd settled I mused about the day so far.  All in all, even if nothing
else happened, I knew I was going to enjoy being on a ship again.  Perhaps I
could coax Harvey into giving me a more thorough tour once things settled
down in a few days.

* * *

Those Were the Days
by:  Kenny N Gamera

"Are you okay?

"No," I replied.  "I feel dizzy, and my head hurts.  I shouldn’t ‘ve agreed
to this."

"Then why did you?"

I took my fingers away from my eyes and looked over at suzee.  She looked
concerned, a look I've grown familiar with ever since I hit my head.

"Because I'm tired of being helpless and napping all day and not being able
to do anything other than pet kitties."

"Well, you haven't been doing that very often lately."

"Not that kind of kitty, the other kind."

"Meow."

"Yeah, that kind."

She leaned her head against my shoulder.

"Meowr?"

"I'll try."

Smiling, suzee looked up at me and said, "Purr."

The cab driver ignored us and concentrated on almost causing accidents.  I
winced as he swerved into the way of a bus and pinched my nose again.  Not
that it eased the pain at all, but it did give me something to do about it.
Also, I didn't have to watch Sherry smirking on my other side.

"Are we there yet?"

"No, Sherry," answered suzee.  "We're not."

I sighed.

"What?" Sherry said in an irritated voice.

"Nothing."

She sighed, and I felt her shift so she could stare out the window.  I
wondered for about the two hundred thirty-second time why I brought her
along.  For the two hundred thirty-third time I reminded myself that I
wasn't at the top of my game; I needed a crutch this time.  I sighed.

"What?"

"Sherry?"

"Oh gawd.  You only use your tired voice when I'm about to get chewed out
for something."

"You're not about to get chewed out for something, Sherry."

"Oh.  I'm not?"  Sarcasm dripped from her voice like a super saturated
solution of calcium carbonate from a stalactite.  "Goodie."

"I just want you to..."

"...behave myself," she finished for me.  "I know.  Just watch me.  I'll
behave myself like you can't believe.  Hell, I didn't pack even a scrap of
leather.  What I want to know is why you brought me if you want me to behave
myself?"

She had me there.  I just shut up and cleared my mind and tried to ignore
the sound of squealing of tires and unintelligible curses.  Eventually, we
reached the dock and the boat.

It was a classic paddle wheeler, like something out of Mark Twain.  The side
facing the dock had a large paddle wheel roughly centered on the ship with
the smokestack just to the stern.  I assumed that another would be to the
opposite side of the ship, mostly because the ship would look rather silly
steaming around in circles.  Now if this were one of my stories (which
thankfully, it ain't) that may have been the case, but it isn't so we could
be assured that things work in a logical manner.

"But not for long if you're involved."  I gaped at Sherry.  She smiled at me
with all the artificial sweetness of a pink packet.  "Things will not be
logical long if you're involved."

suzee took hold of my arm and led me away from the cab.

"Ignore her, Kenny," she said.  "She's just trying to get your goat."

Evil thought three million six popped into my head. I giggled, my evil
thought giggled.  suzee smiled at me.

"Good, your brain is beginning to work."

"Hey!  Stop right there, buck-o.  I would never do anything like that with a
goat," Sherry shouted at our retreating backs.  "I might make someone else
do it, but I wouldn't."

You would if I decided you would, I thought.

She turned white and changed her mind about arguing with me.  She leaned
into the driver's window and argued with the cab driver instead.  The driver
opened his door a crack and two tentacles oozed their way out to the boot,
which popped open with a touch.  As the tall, Nordic blonde and the short,
translusant...

"Kenny, translucent isn't spelt like that," suzee told me.

"Whoops, silly me.  Thank you, dear."

...translucent, hairy person shouted at each other in some strange tongue,
the tentacles lifted our luggage from the boot and stacked it neatly on the
curb.  A third, smaller tentacle sneaked out towards Sherry, only to retreat
back into the cab after getting slapped a mere centimeter from Sherry's
behind.

Once the last piece of luggage made its way to the curb, the driver and
Sherry reached some agreement.  She reached into the back pocket of her
jeans for her wallet and handed him a bill.  He took it from her with a
somewhat regular looking hand.  His tentacles returned to the cab.

"Kenny?"

"Yes, suzee."

"You know she's right."

"About what?"

"That things won't stay logical for long."

I shrug and head towards the ship.  suzee took my offered hand and together
we walk to the ship.  I ignored the pulses of pain that each step generated
and looked down at suzee.  She looked up at me; we smiled at each other.
Sherry caught up with us, grumbling the whole time about aliens and green
cards and how bug-eyed monsters should carry them too.  suzee and I turned
and smiled at Sherry.  She looked up and saw that we were watching her.

"Well, they should."

We all laughed.  The crew who ran past us didn't even glance at us...
well... didn't even glance at me.  They did glance at suzee and Sherry.
suzee, as always, didn't notice.  Sherry glanced back.  And licked her lips.
 And smiled the evil smile.

At the gangplank, a couple waited.  I recognized them as Yotna and Esu from
their photos at Yotna's Picture Trail page.  I reached out my hand and Yotna
took it.  Fortunately, neither of us were the type that need to prove his
manhood.  His grip, however, was a tad firmer.

"Esu.  Yotna.  I'm sorry we're running late.  I'm afraid that my injury took
a little more out of me than I thought it had," I said.  "I only just now
got my imagination started again."

"Don't worry.  We're glad you and suzee could make it."

"Yes, I see that you are feeling better," added Esu.

"A little bit.  I'm lucky that I have suzee to take care of me."

"Someone's got to.  You won't."

I gave suzee a raspberry and said, "Anyway, a little sea air might help
speed my recovery along."

"Oh, Kenny.  I see you brought a friend," Esu said.

"I'm not a friend.  I'm a character."  Sherry stuck out her hand.  "Sherry
Michaels."

When neither Yotna nor Esu flinched, she added, "Officer Sherry.  But don't
worry; I'm supposed to behave myself."

Both of our hosts looked at me.  I shrugged.

"I got stuck for ideas."

Sherry smiled.  "I can't help it if I'm his go to gal."

"Well, are we just going to stand here or are we going to go aboard," asked
suzee.

Esu replied, "Yes, let's get you aboard.  You're the last ones so Yotna can
get us under way.  I'll show you to your cabin."

* * *

Yotna continues:

I return to the ship just in time to welcome the Gamera delegation on board.
Officer Sherry, hmm, something about that name worries me, but I can't quite
remember what...

Still it's good to finally meet Kenny and press the flesh, idly I wonder if
suzee would let me press hers as well (and I'm not thinking hands!). My
thought brings some colour to my face and I walk slightly stiffly towards
the delectable one and peck her on the cheek.

“Well Kenny, you and I have a lot in common, sounds as if we both need some
convalescence. Still, my friend we shouldn't be short of nurse-maids,” I
pause and add a whispered aside to him, “and I've ensured there are plenty
of uniforms on board!”

I turn to Officer Sherry and smile, uncertain how to greet her. Her reaction
is to beam insanely at me; she interests and worries me in equal doses – for
some odd reason.

“OK, I must go and talk to the First Mate and get us all underway. Esu I
will be gone for a little while, I have a few things to check.”

I ignore Esu's curiosity, and head for the bridge. A few minutes later my
conversation with the mate is finished and I sneak off to pursue my
inspection.

Cautiously, I make my way down into the bowels of the ship, well below the
Plimsoll line. I peer around in the darkness; a sign reassures me I am in
the right place. Stern black writing on a white board reads 'Coal Bunker
#1'. I just need to check there are no shackles down here – this place would
make a very convincing cellar. As Esu booked this, I just want to ensure
there are no places to imprison me – should I be naughty (perish the
thought!).

As I wander around the lowest deck, I cheer up. No restraints, pillories or
stocks are apparent – hey she trusts me more than I thought! Shuffling
through Coal Bunker #2 I suddenly notice a dull red glow in the far corner.
Now for all the world that looks like, no, no way -- it's my imagination.
Unfortunately it's not; slowly two glowing red eyes coalesce before me.

“Mika, what the hell are you doing here? I never invited you!”

“No you didn't and I was hurt, but as I am of the ethereal plane – I thought
I would gatecrash...”

“Ethereal plane my arse, I know you -- you only came into being because
Sunday afternoon football was boring.”

“As may be, but you owe me a break. You have been rough on me.”

“What! Ah well, a little may be.” I look at the floor.

“A little? I start off as Mike, a normal guy who falls out with his
girlfriend, a girlfriend who you take away to a nest of vampyre's in NYC. I
get at stiletto heel through my foot, and nearly break my shoulder caving in
a door. Then I get killed, and finally, changed into a female demoness.”

“True, but look on the bright side, you are very attractive – as demoness's
go, a blonde bombshell.”

“Oh I forgot, a six foot two inch, lesbian, vampyre demoness.” Mika smirked.

“Hey, it's fashionable to be from a minority group.” I retaliate.

“Whatever, I'm here now – and I'm gonna party!”

“Oh no -- none of your tricks here. I will banish you and send you back to
Transylvania!”

“But you can't, I'm in one of your current stories.” Mika throws back her
elegant neck and laughs.

“It can be a bit part...” I warn.

“No seriously, I can't go back at the moment. A little unpleasantness.”

“Oh, so how many village girls this time?”

“Only one, but the wrong one, the Countess was 'ripening' her. Of course no
one told me.”

“She was 'ripening' her, and let me guess you plucked her too soon...”

Mika giggled.

“You know me well.”

“OK, but if you're staying there are rules.” I state.

“I'm all ears.”

“One – No other vampyre's to visit.

“OK.”

“Two – No, and I mean no, snacking on my friends – or the crew.”

“Not even a Fuck Toy?...”

“NO!”

“OK.”

“Three – No mind control, people have to consent.”

“Spoilsport.”

“And four – for the purposes of this cruise, you are bisexual.”

“Oh Yuck, I can’t...”

“Transylvania?”

“You drive a hard bargain, OK. Shall we seal it in blood?”

“Nice try,” I laugh,  “now if you will excuse me I must get back to my
invited guests.”

“Sure, I will go now, but I shall return. For I am an ethereal being.” Mika
raises her hand above her head and disappears in a puff of logic.

“Whatever!” I sigh, and head back up the narrow steps towards sanity, (who
am I kidding?)

* * *

Lady Chrystal continues:

One of the stewards gently touched my shoulder and brought me out of my
contemplations.  "Lady Chrystal?  Will you take your lunch here or in the
dining hall?"

I thought about the low ceilings and sighed.  Then I had a thought.  "Is it
a buffet?"

"Yes."  He smiled.  "You sound as if you've been on a cruise before."

"I have."  I shifted and levered myself off of the lounge.   "If you could
save this for me and have someone bring a small table, I'll go get my food
and eat it here."  I nodded at him and laughed lightly.  "She's a beautiful
ship but she was built for people shorter than I.  I'll be spending most of
my time on deck, I think."

He looked up and smiled.  "Yes...  I'll see that things are done as you wish
and I'll pass the word to the crew.  We've had the pleasure of dealing with
other folks who have needed your special requirements, so adapting will be
no problem."

"Oh?"

"Not a bit of a problem."  He turned and looked at the sea.  "No, Lady. Many
years ago, shortly after I joined the crew, we hosted a special world tour
as part of a cultural exchange."  He turned back to me and I saw a sparkle
in his eyes.  "A ship's crew came aboard and spent a year working with us.
Then we joined them on their ship and spent a year working with them.  Their
ship was 'The Laughing Lady'."  He bowed deeply.  "The 'Fantasy' is a fine
old lady but 'The Laughing Lady' makes her look like the working harridan
she really is.  I've always wanted to thank you for giving us the chance to
live one of our most cherished dreams."  He smiled slightly and nodded his
head the barest fraction of an inch.  "I'll not talk about your true age,
M'Lady.  You carry it well."

With that he walked off to finish his duties.

I collected my food, returned to find the expected table and settled to eat.
 While I ate I started doing some serious thinking.  'Chrystal, m'dear...
Just what did you set yourself up for when you decided to take this cruise?'

* * *

Kenny continues:

In our cabin, I plopped on the bed and curled in a fetal position.  suzee
came over and gave my forehead a stroke.

"Are you feeling okay, Kenny," she asked.

"Yeah, just a little headache.  It'll go away in a month or two."

"That bad?"

I shook my head and eased my way up into a sitting position.  "No, not
really.  It just feels like it.  You know, when you come back from a
vacation you are not supposed to feel worse than when you left."

"You're also not supposed to hit your head hard enough to get a concussion
when you're on vacation, dear."

"So it's all my fault, is it?"

"Yes," replied suzee with a grin.  "You should know that by now."

I stood without feeling the world spin (a good thing) and walked across the
room where Sherry was playing with a flogger that just happened to be lying
on top of the dresser.  We played tug of war with it; in the end she won.  I
sneered at her gloating and sat back down in a pout.

"Sherry," suzee said.  Her voice was stern.

"What?  I didn't do anything."

"No, but you know that Kenny isn't well.  You shouldn't take advantage of
his condition."

"I'm supposed to let him win?"  Sherry slapped the tails of the flogger
across her hand.  "You know he would still lose even if he hadn't knocked
his brains out."

"But you don't need to rub it in."

"Yes, she does," I said.  "If she didn't rub it in she wouldn't be Sherry."

"Hey," Sherry protested.  "What kind of sadistic monster do you think I am?"

"You know exactly what kind of sadistic monster I think you are."

"Yeah.  Well.  Just remember," she pointed her finger at me, "you made me
that way, writer-boy."

I chuckled.  suzee laughed.  Sherry stuck her tongue out at us both.
Placing the flogger on the lampstand, she picked up a laminated sheet that
had been lying there.  She read through it with a quick scan.

"Crap."

suzee gave her a concerned look and asked, "What is it?"

"A list of rules."

"And?"

"Apparently, you can't throw anyone overboard."

"Good thing, too," I said.

"Bullshit.  I already know what you have in mind for later, and...," Sherry
paused and considered.  "Actually, if it gets me out of that gag, I won't
complain."

"Maybe it will.  Maybe it won't.  We'll see."

"Arggh!  You writers are impossible."  She dropped the list of rules and
went to the door.  "I'm going to take a walk around the deck.  I'll see you
guys at dinner."

After the door closed behind her, I stood and walked over to the bathroom.
It was small, but cramped, with just enough room to squeeze two people,
assuming that they were extremely friendly and alternated breathes.  It
contained all of the necessary devices, but I was left to wonder how one
maneuvered to actually sit on the commode.

The shower was the size of an old fashion telephone booth (the kind super
heroes used to use to change in not the kind Dr. Who used).  I backed out
and started to undress.  suzee looked up from her knitting.

"Trying to get me interested?"

"No, I'm going to take a shower.  Maybe it'll help get rid of this
headache."

"Okay."  Her needles started to move again.  "Don't take too long...”

I re-entered the bathroom.  I spent a moment adjusting the shower to the
almost right temperature and climbed in.  After a moment or two of soaking
my head under the stream of water, I called out to suzee.

"What?"

"It'd be nice if I had a slave girl to wash me."

"Would it?"

"Yes, it would."

"Good luck finding one."

I sighed and stuck my face back into the water.

* * *

Those Were the Days
by:  Foxy

‘Oh, I’ve missed it. Damn.’

I could see the Fantasy sailing out of the harbour gates.

I sat down and wondered what I was going to do now.

‘I can’t swim that well. Anyway, I wouldn’t want to get my hair wet and that
sea looks as if it’s cold.’

I looked around to see if I could see anyone that would help me, a poor
damsel in distress.

No one.

‘Come on girl, think. How are you going to get on board?’

Suddenly without warning, a flash of inspiration came to me. I pulled out my
mobile from my bag and pressed a few buttons.

Sorted.

I grabbed my luggage and boarded the next high speed hovercraft to the Isle
of Wight.

* * *

Lady Chrystal continues:

I was half-dozing in a lounge and watching the antics of my fellow
passengers when a hand lightly touched my shoulder to get my attention.

"Lady Chrystal?"  The voice was male and there was a questioning tone in it.

I turned to study the man and smiled when I recognized him.  "Harvey.
Please, call me Velvet, or Vel.  Welcome."  I giggled throatily when I
noticed he was studying my body.  "Unless I'm nursing my breasts are hidden
by my fur.  As you have no doubt figured out.  Right?"  I put a teasing note
in my voice at that last and he blushed.

He coughed.  "Velvet, then.  Yes.  I figured that out."  He hesitated and
then sighed while he settled on the lounge next to mine.  "I've heard about
Rabelaisians.  Are the rumors true, then?"

My first impulse was to laugh but I stopped it and considered my reply. I
judged him to be in his middle twenties.  He would have been an experienced,
fully matured adult on Rabelaisia.  Here, I wasn't sure.  Earth humans
seemed to mature slowly, especially the men.  That 'fact' helped me decide.
I sat up so I could face him.  I let a paw settle on his leg while I
deliberately studied his face.  "I could ask you which rumors but, given the
nature of this cruise, I don't have to.  Yes, we are relaxed about sex, even
inter species sex.  We have to be.  Our culture was built by a diverse group
of people from many species.  Plus, we are still very close to our animal
heritage."  I smiled and squeezed his leg gently.  "There are many other
reasons I could give but these are the ones I've found humans to be most
comfortable with."

On impulse I tilted my head slightly and twitched my ears in his direction
before I tipped them forward.

He surprised me by smiling and relaxing.  "Thank you, Velvet."  When my eyes
widened he went on.  "For seeing me as a person. It doesn't happen very
often when I'm working."  He hesitated then rushed on.  "Why me?   I'm sure
you've met the rest of the crew by now."

* * *

Ah.  That doubt I understood.  Definitely a youth, younger than my first
guess.

Instead of answering right away I smiled and resettled on the lounge so my
legs were on either side.  I pointed at the open area and smiled at him.
"Please.  You look like you could use a back rub.  That got a blush, a smile
and a sudden nod when he decided to take my offer.

He settled with his back to me and I started using my pads to lightly rub
the sides of his neck and shoulders.

"Before I answer your questions, would you answer one of mine?"

I felt him tense and then relax.  "OK."

"When did you learn Rabelaisian body language?  You surprised me."

"Today, right after I got off watch.  I found a web site and studied it.
Did I get it right?"

As soon as I understood his answer I decided to change my decision to keep
quiet about my life on the sea before I came to Earth. I immersed myself in
those long ago memories--and giggled.  "Aye, mate.  You hoisted me with my
own expectations.  Most humans can't be bothered."

His head jerked around.  "You're no lubber!"

I stopped and touched his cheek.  "On the world I left behind, we call them
'landsmen'."

He nodded.  "Here, too, when we have to be polite."   I heard the tones in
his words and they told me we shared a deep love for the seas of our worlds.

I leaned forward and kissed him.   "Harvey?  I love 'her', too.  When you
have the time, will you tell me about your lover?"

His smile made his eyes come alive.  "Aye, Vel.  My pleasure."

He turned away and I went back to rubbing his shoulders and back.  "Yes,
I've met most of the crew.  I expect to meet the rest of them while we're at
sea.  I haven't changed my mind about you."

I worked my way down his spine for a few minutes then sighed.   At least
he'd understand more than most people would.  "Before I became a Bard I was
a Ship's Master in the family fleet.  I learned to make quick decisions when
faced with choices.  I liked the honesty behind your smile and decided to
get to know you better if you'd let me."

I slid my pads down his sides and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"I'm happily life-mated but for the duration of this voyage I'll be alone.
I ask nothing other than the friendship of shipmates.  If you want more,
there will be."  I hugged him and had my answer when his hands went to mine
and gripped them tightly.

I felt his body shiver slightly.  "What is it?"

"Your...  What did you call him?  Is there going to be problems if he finds
out?"

I rested my chin on his shoulder and tipped my head into his cheek.
"Life-mate.  It is a Rabelaisian custom.  There are five of us.  There will
be no problems when I tell them.  They will be happy I found someone so
compatible.  All of them would welcome your company if you ever choose to
visit us."

I decided we were well past the sit apart stage.  "I think we should move to
a wider lounge.  This one is too narrow for the cuddle I want to share with
you.  Join me?"

* * *

I helped him get up and then he turned and helped me to my feet.  "Lady
Chrystal?  Would you walk with me for a bit?"

"Of course.  Let me put on my deck shoes."

He had a puzzled look on his face.  "Deck shoes?"

I looked down and slid my feet into them. "Deck shoes.  She's a good ship
and I don't want to scratch her with my toenails."

"Toenails?"  He looked down.  "Oh."

I laughed.  "Yes.  Oh."  I held out my hand.  "Lead on."

The walk was a short one.  He'd led me to the port railing, just behind the
paddle.  He leaned on railing and gestured.  "She's beautiful when she's in
motion, doing what she does best."  Something caught his attention and he
leaned forward slightly.  "Look.  Dolphins.  I think they've been waiting
for us again."

I'd seen pictures and movies.  I'd also seen them during other sea borne
travels.  There was something different this time and it didn't take long
for me to figure out what it was.  This time I wasn't going from here to
there.  "Waiting?"

He nodded without turning.  "I recognize some of them from other voyages."

* * *

He sighed when his radio beeped.  "Yes?"

"Harvey? I hate to do this to you."   I heard the woman's resigned laughter.
 "Our new bartender is seasick.  If you can get away from Lady Chrystal I'd
appreciate it if you filled in and served the first drinks at dinner.  After
that I'll have someone else take over."

He looked at me and I nodded.  "The ship comes first.  I understand."

He sighed theatrically and then answered.  "She understands.  I'll be there
in a few minutes."

"Good.  Out."

His glare at the radio reminded me of my own glare when I answered my cell
phone yesterday.  I laughed and lightly trailed a claw tip across his chest.
 "We have the entire voyage, dear.  And people do overcome seasickness,
eventually."

He laughed and stood.  Then he mimed a gracious bow.  "Duty calls.  I shall
see you at dinner."

I smiled at him.  "Dinner, then.  I shall be there."

* * *

Foxy continues:

I made my way to ‘the needles’ and removed my clothes. I sat waiting on the
rocks just like the Sirens did so many years before. I let my long blonde
hair hang loosely over my naked body and started to sing. . .

* * *

The First Mate steered the Fantasy cautiously around the treacherous rocks
of the needles. His attention was diverted momentarily; Laurent heard a
sound. Never before had he heard such a lilting and enchanting voice. He
swung the heavy wheel with ease and the Fantasy sailed towards the rocks. He
slowed the steamer before lowering the anchor. The ship was secured, fast
and away from the lethal shoreline. The Frenchman left the wheelhouse and
stared over the side of the vessel. His eyes widened in disbelief; a siren
stood swaying on the shore, her luscious gyrations in time with her hypnotic
song.

Laurent lowered the provisions boat, and skillfully dropped over the side
into the pitching sloop. He set a direct course towards the siren, knowing
he may be sailing to his death; he cared not. Soon he was striding up the
sloping bridge towards the vision of loveliness.

I smiled as I held onto my purse. (As it would probably be needed for some
essential supplies at some point.) My knight in shining armour was coming to
rescue me.

He ran the final few steps and threw his arms around me passionately.
Holding me tightly he kissed me in an unbelievable sexy manner before
scooping me up in his arms and carrying me back to his sloop. Feeling his
ardour I began to remove his uniform. (I was also excited that I would soon
be joining the steamer shortly.)

I kissed. I tasted. Feeling his naked body in the well of the sloop, I
ravaged him. (Well, a girl can dream about this handsome guy can’t she?) I
heard his groans of fulfillment as he was satisfied in a way he had never
been before.

After he had recovered, he replaced his uniform and wrapped a blanket around
me.  He steered the sloop back to ‘The Fantasy’. He picked me up from the
well of the boat before lifting me over his shoulder and climbing back up
the ladder onto the deck.

* * *

Kenny continues:

The ship steamed out of the harbor about an hour after my shower was done.
Soon we were out to sea.  The shower had helped my headache, but the rocking
motion of the ship as it sailed, soon had it back to where it had been.
suzee remained her ever wonderful self and suggested that I just lay down
for a while.

I didn't sleep at all.  I was totally aware of Fantasy's every lurch as it
made its way.  I even felt the ship slow and come to a stop out in the
middle of what I thought was open water.  After an enough time for a couple
to have a quickie, the ship began moving again.  Shortly, the ship's
movement got steadier.

My headache began to ease enough for me to prop myself in bed and try catch
up on writing "Chess Club Sex Slaves."  Sherry walked in and plopped back
into the same chair she had sat in before her walk.  I looked up from my
journal and smiled at her.

"Have a nice walk," I asked.

"Yeah, I saw some interesting things."

"Like what?" suzee looked up from the mystery she was reading.

"We picked up another passenger."

"That must've been when the ship stopped."

"Yep.  Also, I ran into Esu.  She gave me my own cabin so I don't have to
sleep on the couch."

"Good."

"Anyway, I also took a peek on the ship's web.  They've got an amateur night
going on in the pantry right now."

"Really?"  I set my journal to the side and dropped my pencil onto the open
page.  "That's interesting."

"Yep." Sherry smiled at me as she continued.  "Maybe you should go.  It'd
give you a chance to do a little male bonding with the other writers.  Maybe
you could also get a little worked up for later."

She gave suzee a wink.

I decided to play it cool.  "Okay, but what about you and suzee?"

They laughed.

"We could do a little female bonding," suzee said.

"And I could get suzee worked up for later," Sherry added.

Now, I have a problem with doing things with my characters.  Any writer will
tell you that a character has some free will.  Sometimes, a character may
have entirely too much, but there is a limit to its freedom.  In the end, a
character is always the writer's plaything.  I feel that it is going too far
to have sex with a character (those other Kenny's aren't me, those are my
characters); there is too much of a power imbalance.

suzee was a different story.  She had no power over my characters, and if
she wanted to get it on with one of them, what the hell.

"In short, you want me to make myself scarce."

Sherry smiled.  "Bingo."

"Okay."  I got off the bed and put on my pants.  "I know where I'm not
wanted."

suzee stood and hugged me.

"Oh, you're wanted," she told me.  "Just not at the moment.  Oh, and
Kenny..."

"Yes, my love?"

"No, you can't write about it, either."

"Oh-kay," I answered dejectedly.

After dabbing my pits with antiperspirant I threw on a fresh polo shirt.  I
also grabbed my pencil and journal.  I wished the ladies well and placed
suzee in charge (not that what I said mattered to either one of them) and
closed the door behind me.

* * *

Franz continues:

Later that evening, Yotna and I went into the pantry, which had been
modified into a strip club especially for the evening’s entertainment. I
ordered whisky for the pair of us. Shortly after that, the program began.
The ‘Fantasy Herald’, which was the ship's intranet information webpage, had
indicated that tonight an amateur strip contest was being held.

My fuck-toy would be the second participant. The first woman was stripping
off her clothes to the music of Joe Cocker's "Leave your Hat on" --
obviously she saw Kim Basinger dancing in "9 1/2 weeks" -- but she was
wearing a hood over her head. The hood revealed only her eyes, so her
identity was concealed. Her breasts were round and heavy, the breasts of a
mature woman. Her ass wasn't in a bad shape either as she moved her whole
body to the music in a sexy manner, which showed her affinity to dancing.

When she was ready and the final beats of the music were being played, she
sat on the lap of a man, who was in the back of this improvised strip-club.
It was dark there and we couldn't recognize the man, but Yotna said, "I
believe it's Kenny, but I don't know who the woman is."

"Certainly, she isn't a girl scout." I answered him.

"Maybe a girl scout camp instructor." We both broke out in laughter.

The next act was Sandra. She was dressed in red PVC, from the knee-high
plateau-heeled boots up to her neck-collar. The mini-skirt was rather short;
its hem ended only a few inches under her crotch. The skirt was made up by
two separate parts on the front and the back. They were held together by
straps. The viewer could easily see that Sandra definitely wasn't wearing
anything beneath the skirt. Nothing!

Above the skirt she wore a red jacket, the zip almost half down, revealing
her cleavage. Around her neck she had a hand wide spiked collar made from
the same material as her boots, the skirt, and her jacket.

When Madonna began to sing "Erotica", my fuck-toy began her erotic dance.
She swung her ass, round and firm in her skirt and then lap-danced on denny,
while he, his fingers shuddering from arousal, tried to open the straps on
the left side of her skirt. Eventually, he managed to open the last strap
and after giving him a kiss on his mouth, she stood up and shook down her
skirt.

Gosh! She was totally shaved. When did she do that? During the trip, she
still had race-strips on her pelvis!

When Madonna sung the refrain, Sandra opened the zip of her jacket and
peeled herself out of it. Then she threw it away, into the arms of denny,
who was fast becoming her biggest fan tonight. Beside her boots, the gloves
and the collar, the last piece of PVC was her corset, which of course didn't
cover her breasts, but only pressed them up and held them in place. Her tits
stuck out like flags in the wind and her nipples were aroused.

She danced for a while before stripping off the corset, which proved that
her breasts didn't need it anyway. Of course, she was a 19-year-old
fuck-toy, what would she need a bra for, apart from dressing up? She threw
it away again, only for it to be caught by denny, which would at least make
it easier for her to collect the items later.

When the music came to an end, frenetic applause rose up (if you can name a
dozen people's applause frenetic since most hadn't found their way to this
early event). denny jumped up, clasping his hands, roaring, whistling and
stamping his feet. He must have enjoyed her performance totally. (I
remembered then that in Seattle the strip clubs had been closed because the
FBI claimed that the strip clubs had become breeding centers for Al Qaida
terrorists!)

After her performance, Sandra joined Yotna and me at the bar. We ordered
tequila for her and once she put it down, she began rubbing our pricks
through the trousers. We acted like nothing was happening and continued
drinking our Jameson’s and making small-talk.

"You indeed have a marvelous fuck-toy," Yotna said.

I nodded. "You know, my girlfriend chose her. Before this journey Sandra and
I had only met once, one night when my girlfriend was ill and I needed an
escort to a cultural event in town."

"Amazing. But did she know how sensual this sexy fuck-toy is?"

Sandra laughed. "You know, Yotna, Katka and I went through high school
together. She knew that Franz needed a fuck-toy on this journey and she
didn’t have any problems reminding him who the greatest slut was."

"Hey," I said, slapping her on the arm, "she said you were the second
greatest slut."

We laughed again and poured some more drink down our throats.

After that, we viewed some more strip dancers, but were being distracted by
the still-gloved hands, which were rubbing our cocks. denny watched the
other strippers, but never let go of the PVC items that Sandra had thrown to
him.

The evening had begun with a lot of promise!

* * *

Yotna continues:

Well as amateur strip shows go, this one had a lot going for it. May be the
performances were a little predictable, but the bodies being uncovered were
worth waiting for. I waved to denny, but for some reason he failed to notice
me. The smooth, warming liquid in my mouth slipped down nicely taking its
relaxing properties to my blood stream. I started to relax, and chatted
happily with Franz who was on good form.

Our chatter ceased when Sandra approached the finale of her act, now there
was one attractive woman. I ignored the fact I could be her father, and the
year melted away with the tightening of the front of my jeans. Damn, I knew
I should have worn loose-fit. Sandra shimmied from the stage and moved
towards the bar to join Franz and me. I jumped at the touch of her hand on
my rampant member. Oh well, when in Rome...

Franz and I continued to chat, although I think my voice became gradually
shakier. Sandra forced an opening in my fly and caressed me more intimately.
I swallowed hard and started to name the England 1966 World C up Squad in my
head (anything to divert my attention from John Thomas) Bobby Moore, Bobby
Charlton, Geoff Hurst. Suddenly my attention was elsewhere. The music that
had just started for the latest stripper caught all my attention. As 'With a
Rebel Yell' thumped through the small venue my worst fears were realized.
Mika's sensuous form oozed onto the stage.

Despite myself, I could not draw my eyes away, any more than the rest of the
stunned audience. Damn, I know I have a good imagination -- but she was
something else, dressed from head to foot in white shimmering satin. The
flowing cloth traced lovingly across all her curves, and plunged promisingly
into her deepest valleys. Holy shit! Oh my god. England 1966, er... Alan
Ball, too late! I crashed headlong into a stupendous orgasm.

<Hyperbole alert, take evasive action> Waves of pure lust threaded through
my very soul, as my being rushed, senselessly from my spasming, tortured
balls. Tidal flows of passion spurted lustily from my turgid rod, all was
lost! <All clear return to normal duties>

The enormity of my sin dawned on me. I had come thinking about Alan Ball!
Jesus, now something’s just need burying straight away, therapy is just far
too expensive. So the small, ginger, squeaky voiced man was immediately
banished from my conscience. Now I could rejoin society, a humbler, but
wiser man.

My eyes (which had been shut in ecstasy) sprung wide open, as Sandra used
her hot tongue to clean up my volcanic emissions. Mika was gone, but, gulp,
so was denny! This could be serious; I needed someone to help me search for
him. Someone of integrity, authority and wisdom. Now where the hell was I
going to find someone like that?

* * *

Kenny continues:

In the pantry, a DJ played records, and crewmen adjusted the lighting for
the stage set-up for the dancers.  I sat in the back where the rock didn't
blare as much and kept myself busy with my story.  Stuck for an ending of
the scene where Neng flogs Rick, I bounced to the scene I had decided to add
where the president of the Chess Club announces what will really happen at
the party.  I placed it at a break in part seven.

Realizing that I'm so blocked I've begun to write about writing, I looked
up.  I found the stage set and ready to go.  Yotna and Franz sat around a
table close to the stage, each with a whiskey.  denny sat at a table against
the stage.

I timed it right, because the lights sank and a disco ball began to twirl.
An attractive woman stepped onto the stage.  The DJ said nothing. Joe Cocker
started singing something about hats, and the woman began to dance.

Her face was hidden behind a tight leather hood.  I could see eyeholes but
wondered about a nose hole.  I assumed that there was some arrangement for
her to breathe.  As she danced, I watched for it.  She must have noticed,
because when the song ended, she ignored the others and went straight to
where I sat.

Without invitation, she lowered herself onto my lap.  She wrapped a slim arm
around my neck and lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Like what you
see?"

As a matter of fact, I did.  She was not the youngest nude stripper to grace
my lap, but most of my favourite dancers have been the more mature women.
Her breasts hung over a nicely rounded stomach.  I stroked along one of her
legs and nodded.

"I saw that you were watching me," she said.

The leather of her mask muffled her voice.  Her eyes were green and quite
nice.  I told her this, and she thanked me.  With her so close I could now
see that the nose hole had a piece of black fabric covering it.

"So may I ask 'who are you’?”

She laughed and shook her head.  "That is a secret."

"Okay, but I know that you aren't one of the guests.   So you must be one of
the crew."

"If I said yes, that would be telling."

I laughed, and we both settled into a conversation.  Normally, I will ask a
dancer questions, but, with her hiding her 'secret identity,' I allowed her
to ask me the questions.  She had never heard of me, which is not
surprising.  I told her about a few of my stories, including a few ideas
from the hopper.  She asked for my web address, which I wrote on a scrap
torn from my journal.

Time passed quickly.  When the fourth dancer got on the stage, she again put
her covered mouth against my ear and whispered, "How about a lap dance?  Or
would you rather get a blowjob?"

"No thank you. I've already got a job that blows.  I really don't want
another."  Her green eyes just stared at me.  I hoped she was smiling under
the mask.  "But if you're still willing to give a lap dance after that line,
feel free."

Another rock tune blasted from the temporary speakers.  The mystery woman
let go of my neck.  Gracefully, she twisted herself around so she faced away
from me.  A veteran campaigner, I spread my legs and leaned back against the
rather comfortable chair.  She rubbed her naked arse against my groin.  I am
no where near as well endowed with the monster that Franz was shoving down
his companion's throat at the moment, but my modest eight-inch member
responded and filled out to its full six-inch girth.

The dancer moaned as the bulge in my pants began to fill the crack between
her cheeks.  She turned again, facing me.  Her arms found their way around
my neck.  Her full breasts found their way into my face.  My tongue found
its way onto her left nipple.

Instinctively, I glanced around for a bouncer.  I caught myself and took the
nipple full into my mouth.  This wasn't a real strip club, after all.  I was
on an ASSD excursion.  If there were a bouncer, I wouldn't get tossed out
for a little mouth play on a nipple; not with Yotna and Franz getting their
knobs polished by another dancer in plain sight.

Still, I acted the gentleman and did not take many more liberties.  She
forced the issue.  Her hands each took hold of the earpieces of my glasses
and took them from my face.  I heard the sound of them hitting the table.
Then, I felt her hands take hold of my head.  She pulled it tight into her
chest.

My mouth lost hold of her nipple.  The twin mountains of her breasts trapped
my face on the floor of the valley between them.  It smelled nice, a sort of
baby powder scent.  I kissed the moist skin beneath my lips and licked the
beads of sweat that gathered around my tongue.

She slid down my body.  I left my tongue out.  It made a path from her
breasts to her neck.  She tilted her head back.  My tongue traveled to her
chin, which I gave a peck as it passed my lips.

She looked up at me.  If she smiled, I couldn't tell; there was the leather
mask in the way.  Besides, without my glasses my eyesight is just short of
non-existent.

Her shoulder rotated so her arm glided along my left pant leg back to my
crotch.  When she reached the bulge of my erection, she began rocking so the
length of her arm rubbed against it.  She continued this until I groaned.
That caused her to rotate again, so her other arm moved up my right leg and
also rubbed against me when she reached between my legs.

After another groan (or maybe it was a moan, I don't know, and don't really
care), she again crawled up my body.  She sat on one of my legs and began
humping herself.  Her hands reached for the hem of my shirt, untucked it,
and then slid underneath it.  She gently rubbed my chest.

She leaned against me and began to whisper sweet nothings in my ear and then
squealed in surprise.  I looked down and a pair of hands had covered the
dancer's breasts.  I glanced up and smiled at Sherry.

"Hi, Sherry."

"Hi, boss."  She tweaked the dancer's nipples between her fingers.  "I see
you found something to do."

"Yeah."

"Well, I left suzee waiting for you, so let's get going."

I stood and helped the dancer to her feet.  I gave her a kiss on a
leather-covered cheek.  Sherry leaned around me and kissed her, as well.

"I'll be back after I drop him off.  If you don't mind."

The dancer nodded.  "Sure, I used to be a stripper when I was younger.  I
don't mind girls."

"Honey," Sherry answered.  "You may not mind girls, but when I'm through
with you, you're going to love women."

* * *

Yotna continues:

I decide this is a moment for action, and I dash from the bar. I rush
through the Pantry door and out onto the main deck. Insanely I run up and
down the deck looking for denny. Eventually I realise I am not going to find
him, and slouch as I head back for the Pantry.

“Excuse me, but what are you doing running around? And why are you flapping
your dick at me?”

I look down to see denny slumped on the deck, leaning against the side of
the boat. Oddly he has a bright bra on over his shirt, and is fondling a
pair of decorous panties.

“denny! Am I glad to see you! Are you OK?”

“Well I was, before your odd exhibitionist display. Here's a tip, leave the
dancing to the girl's.”

“Long story my friend, enjoy your evening.” I smile, and slip John Thomas
back into his usual resting place.

“Night...” denny mumbles.

“Night.” I return to the bar in a happier mood.

* * *

Esu continues:

After a brief rest in my cabin I decided to join the rest of the party in
the pantry. As I wandered along the deck I noticed a figure shuffling along.
I ran up to him to enquire whether he was lost and did he want me to
accompany him to the pantry.

“Oh, I’ve just come out of there. It was getting hot so I needed some air to
cool me down. I do believe that I had been with a young attractive lady but
she seems to have disappeared.”

I looked around the deck but couldn’t see anyone and decided that he must
have been mistaken.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No, my dear. It’s been a long day. I think I’ll just retire for the
evening. See you in the morning.”

I hugged and kissed him.

“Okay then, see you later. Bye for now and take care.”

He shuffled off towards his cabin as I continued on my way up the stairs to
the pantry.

* * *

Lady Chrystal continues:

Harvey and I were standing at the bow, gazing at the open sea.  Our arms
were around each other's waists and he was leaning against me.  His free
hand was exploring the parts of my body it could reach.

"Velvet?  What's it like, your homeworld?  I guess I want to hear about your
seas, too."

I nodded thoughtfully.  "It's a hard world.  Except for the humans, we're
all 'Mage Born' originally.  That happened about 300 of your years ago.  Oh,
we're civilized in our own ways.  Our technology is primitive by your
standards.  This ship, for example.  It's far beyond anything we'd build.
In your terms we  made it as far as the early 'age of sail' and froze
there."

He interrupted me.  "Mage born?"

I sighed... "Harvey, Rabelaisian morphs were created by mages, from the
various animal species on our world.  We're all the daughters and sons of
war, originally created to serve humans during the Mage Wars."  I let go and
gently turned him to face me.  "Our ancestors evolved as animals, then had
their 'humanity' forced on them.  What's done is done.  Once the wars were
over we let go of the past and started to build towards a future that would
let all of us be whatever we wanted to be.   Many species, one people."

We turned back to gaze at the sea again.  He was thoughtful.  "So, your
people don't really have much of a past, do they?  My family can trace our
shipboard heritage back longer than your family has existed.

I laughed at his sad tones.  "Harvey, what past we have, we treasure.  We
also have an unknown future and we treasure that even more.  How can we hate
the gift of awareness we were given?  You have your gods and are uncertain
about your ultimate reasons for being allowed to write in the book of life.
We have our Mages and know our origins and original purpose.  All of us know
we can choose the words we write in the great book--and that knowledge frees
us in ways your people will never understand."

I pulled him close.  "You didn't ask for a Bard's rendering of our history.
You wanted me to share my love of our seas with you, just as you shared your
love of yours this afternoon."

Once again I pulled away from him.  This time I stepped back and smiled at
him.  "Sea chanty or something evocative?"

He didn't hesitate.  "Evocative"

I smiled. "I have just the song, then.  'The Seven Saints of The Sea'.  The
names are translated into their nearest human equivalents or to ones that
let me maintain the flow and mood."

He nodded.

I settled myself into my singing pose then took a deep breath to help me
focus...

And sang.

* * *

Our saints were people, tried and true.
Come.
Listen.
Learn.

Aesir was first, master of skies white and blue
A working man, Captain and Mage
He learned to control the winds
And mastered the storms that others learned to hate.
Aesir, patron saint of winds and storms
He taught us we are master of our own fate.

Aditya was landsman born, a sea man's wife.
She stood on the docks through storm and strife
And bestowed her blessings
Husband. Sons. Daughters and friends. She blessed them all
Aditya, patron saint of light and good fortune
She taught us to look ahead, and love

Shintoshin kept within easy sight of land.
Every harbor, beach and cliff
She mapped her homeland
And gave us knowledge of ourselves
Shintoshin, patron saint of coastal waters
She taught us the joys of self knowledge

Shidehara wanted more than what she knew
So she ventured forth and learned the ways
Of storms and currents
It was she who mapped the unmappable
Shidehara, patron saint of navigators
She taught us the ecstasy of finding lands unknown

Vishinski was a scholar who loved the sea
He had a dream of journeys long
And found his guide in the stars
Night became day
Vishinski, patron saint of darkness
He taught us that knowledge overcomes fear.

Veddah was the carpenter who designed the ships
That carried cargo and challenged the sea
Iron thewed, an honest, gentle man
He won us a world
Veddah, patron saint of the ship builders.
He taught us there is strength in flexibility.

Byssus was a weaver who loved to travel.
Ragged sails and becalmed ships made him think
And he found a way to make strong sailcloth
He tamed the winds of the open sea.
Byssus, patron saint of sail makers and the open sea
He taught us that diversity shared can unite a world.
---

I let my voice trail off and lowered my head into the traditional signal
that I was finished.

* * *

When I looked up he was obviously thinking about something.  While I waited
I glanced around and noted several people nearby.  I smiled at them before I
resumed leaning on the railing.

Harvey joined me and we wrapped our arms around each other's waists.  "I've
heard some of the songs from your world.  That one is nothing like them.
Thank you."

I laughed gently, quietly, so those nearby wouldn't hear.  "Our tastes in
music are subtly different than yours.  Many of us find some of your simple
rhymes boring, overly repetitious--and suitable only for kits.  On the other
paw that style does have its uses.  Sea chanties, for example."

He chuckled.  "There are some very famous composers and singers who would
take offence at your description."  He turned wistful.  "Velvet, I could
stay here and listen to you for the rest of the night."

"Thank you, Harvey."  I kissed him and pressed against him.  My return to
the sea, and the sharing with Harvey, had awakened deeply buried
memories--and always close to the surface passions.  "Shall we find another
deck lounge?  Or should we go to my stateroom?"

"Velvet, I've had fantasies about women like you.  I've also fantasized
about making love under the stars."  He took a deep breath and released it
slowly.  "A deck lounge."

* * *

Franz continues:

Fuck-toy Sandra felt uncomfortable, not too much, but still. She was lying
on a bench, strapped down on her back, with a leather strap just below her
belly-button. Rope was bonding her breasts and then disappeared over her
shoulders like a bizarre kind of bra holding the top of her body firmly on
the hard surface of the white painted wood. The thumb of her left hand was
fixed with plastic zip-straps (those which are normally used by
electricians) to her right big-toe and vice versa. This cross-bonding of
hands and feet forced Sandra in a position in which her private parts were
exposed to every passer-by.

Her head rested on a thin pillow, her hair spread and hanging down.

On one side of the bench was positioned a flip-chart on which was written:

 Use of Fuck Toy Rules

 1.    You may use every orifice you like as often as you want.

 2.    For vaginal and anal use please take the prepared condoms,
  others also want to enjoy her!

 3.    Fuck-toy is no pain-slut, so please be kind.

 4.    For statistical purposes, please mark the way you used her.

Below the text a table had been drawn and several marks indicated that
Sandra had been fucked already in her pussy as well as in her ass, but most
of her 'users' so far had visited her mouth.

* * *

Kenny continues:

Sherry and I left the pantry and made our way together back to our cabins.
Just a short distance from the door, I tripped over a large cardboard box of
condoms and only prevented myself from hitting the deck by catching myself
on a bound naked woman.  My hand rested on the smooth skin of her belly; my
left knee went to the deck.

"Smooth move, Ex-lax."  Sherry reached down and picked up a card next to the
woman.  "Hey, this is Franz's toy, Sandra.  Seems we're invited to use her.
Can we?"

I looked at the securely bound girl.  After seeing that she wasn't in a
harmful position and even appeared happy, I took the card from Sherry and
read it.  Sherry looked at her and licked her lips.

"Sherry, what--"

"Can we, boss?  Can we?"

"But suzee's..."

"Oh, it'll be just a moment.  I'll eat her, and she can suck on you."

I glanced at Sandra and asked her, "Is that okay."

"Yes.  I am not sure who did this to me, but I have enjoyed it so far."

Sherry reached up and pulled the girl's face to hers.

"Do you have a safe word, slut?"  The girl nodded and told us.  Sherry said,
"Don't forget it.  Kenny, put your dick in her mouth, but don't cum.  That's
for suzee."

Sherry dropped to her knees and began to lick at the co-ed's pussy.  I
shrugged and unzipped my pants.  The night air chilled my shaft, so the
warmth of her mouth felt nice.  With a single smooth motion, my entire,
exposed shaft disappeared between her lips.  She moaned in pleasure as
Sherry's talented tongue worked on her cunt.  They increased my pleasure to
the point, that with only a few thrusts into her throat, I felt myself
coming to the edge.  I stopped and looked over to Sherry.

"I'm going back to our cabin.  Don't forget your date."

Her only acknowledgement was to shift so she moved into a sixty-nine with
Sandra.  I laughed, wished them fun, and continued back to the cabin.  The
door was unlocked.  I went into the dark room.

"Kenny," suzee said.  "Come to bed."