. You're not alone ... I will help you..."She looked up.Her children looked up.They saw a young man, carefully dressed, nonthreateningly standing back... and letting them see that I was "safe." The one I thought was the mother was much younger than I thought. She might have been their older sister, instead of their mother. She was slim, about five-feet five inches tall, with dark brown hair, cut to about her shoulders. Her clothes were worn, old, and in bad shape. They weren't dirty, just worn. ’ ‘So, you don’t love him?’ ‘I did, once. I could still, if he were stronger. As it is I can go to Frank or Carl for strong and assertive. Nick is convenient and rich.’ They rode in silence for thirty miles and then Maureen asked, ‘How soon can we leave? I want to get back to Frank… together.’ ‘Oh, it won’t be together! You’ll get Frank for a few weeks to yourself. Remember, I have a job, to get your Daddy back in line.’ ‘He’s not my Daddy. Uncle James is my Daddy. Was he really so good that. Because the height of the heels forced my center of balance forward, the rhythm of each step is different than when a lower heel is worn. My husband is laughing at me. “What?” I ask. He just shakes his head. “You seriously remember what your shoes sounded like on the deck?” “It’s physics, baby. Look it up.” Shaking MY head, I continue my story. When we reached the front of the ship, we stood in the open air for a while and watched the ship slice through the dark water, enjoying the moonlight. They are having a large group with a couple of more girls and some sexual athletes. They want us both there to add spice and possibly some chaperons for telephone purposes while they are having another gang bang. They are also planning on some outings to the nude beach when the weather turns hot in June. They may want you to join them as an older chaperons.”“Sounds good to me!” Said Les. “ It was kind of fun last week having sex with you then with the girls the next evening. I really was not.