Being seen training and working helped me gain the crew's trust, something that was necessary if I was going to escape the ship successfully. I felt a... bit conflicted about misdirecting people, but my first responsibilities were to my children and wives on Haven. The women committed to me would understand or at least accept my actions. Ultimately, the feelings of the ship's crew weren't my problem.The chief engineer surprised me at the end of the shift, after following him around. He ordered me. ”I felt a twinge of angst because I knew she was wrong. She was developing into a young woman and it wasn’t unheard of that a fourteen year old got pregnant. I got off the bed to wet a washcloth with warm water. I returned to Diane then started cleaning up her thighs, pussy and thin blonde hair. She rested her head while I wiped her clean, saying nothing but watched with contented eyes. After cleaning her up I put aside the washcloth then as I looked her up and down she asked with a trace of. We continued to chat about what I liked and how I may like her to be dressed for our meeting, after a little while she said she had just the thing to please me, so we agreed to meet in the lobby bar of the hotel the next evening at 7pm. After I hung up I thought about the call, she had seemed open and honest and to have thought about the experience she provided and what I was looking for from the encounter. The next day at work seemed like a lifetime, constantly thinking about my arrangements. I didn’t see Sheila for several weeks. Then one Friday night, several weeks later, while the club was packed and while I was worrying about the fire marshal coming in and shutting us down, sweet Sheila walked up to me, wearing a shirt just like the one I had been caught wearing a few weeks earlier, with the words “Black Pussy” emblazoned across the front.“Do you remember me?” she asked.How could I forget her? I chuckled when I saw her t-shirt.“Nice shirt,” I said.“I thought you’d like it,” she.