My breasts and the darker circles of my nipples were totally visible through the thin cotton, which clung seductively to every curve. My short skirt w...asn’t much better, moulding itself to my thighs and hips, although at least it hadn’t gone transparent. “Yep, if only we could find a wet t-shirt contest for you to enter, you’d be a shoo-in.” “No wonder all those people walking past have been staring at me,” I wailed. “I thought they felt sorry for me – they were obviously just ogling my. The first thing we had to do was to divvy up sleeping space. The bedroom in the back could sleep three people if they were well acquainted. There was only one group of three fitting that requirement so Grace, Kim and I would sleep in there. Since our relationship included some strenuous stress-testing of the mattress it stood to reason that it would be best done behind closed doors. My practical side came up with that plan. My libido just said "Yippee".With food preparation and storage. Grace allowed plenty of room for stopping and manoeuvring.The sky was clouded over and threatening rain. We ate bread and butter, with poached kipper, sitting in the saloon, listening to the rising wind."What did you think of the service?" she asked cautiously.I looked at her, her face wore a frown. I thought before answering. "Odd ... I would have thought I'd be bored, but I wasn't. I ... don't know. Disturbing, in a way. Fascinating, in another." I shrugged. "The singing was beautiful.". ."A howl of laughter silenced the woman's words as it surrounded her. She covered her ears, but even that action did nothing to lessen the noise."Madame, surely by now you must know that I cannot be made quiet that easily."Christine dropped her hands to the bed, where they lay limply next to her thighs. Slowly, her hands clenched into fists of impotent rage."What is it that you want of me?"Her clipped words escaped her mouth in staccato beats from jaws as tight as her fists. A long pause ensued.