Supper was subdued, after what had happened. A far cry from the joyous way the day had started. It was, in spite of everything, a delicious and fillin...g meal, which we all managed to enjoy.There was no attempt to make small talk. We ate quietly, with a comment here and there about how good it was. Mom would reach over and caress my face, or my hand every few minutes. Pop would reach over and give my hand a squeeze. Both actions were comforting.I was feeling much better, now that I was well. "Yes.. the orgasm's were nice," I replied, hearing my girly voice as Ispoke which was still strange, deep down I wanted to go home and get outof this dreaded corset which mum had me wear.Gary looked at me and smiled "When we first met, I trusted you, when weended up in bed, I was happy being with you, but now I realise how stupidand gullible I was knowing how you led me into your perverted world ofbondage, I admit, yes I did enjoy the orgasms, any girl would have and sowill you in the future,. There, waiting in pristine perfection for us at Bahia Mar Marina, were yachts to make our mouths water. Even Ingmar and Roald were a bit in awe of these massive ships. "I've never been aboard a private boat that big, much less captained one," Ingmar declared."Do what I do," I told him, grinning. "Read the manual."We had discussed the matter, ad nauseam, all the way from Captiva to Lauderdale. It was near-unanimous among the voting members of our group that, at least for the near term, staying. Now she knew how I felt about her. It was actually a bit of a relief to get it out.Well, it was a relief until I heard her response. “No.”I have to admit I was about ready to turn in my man-card right then and there and start crying, but then she continued.“No, you can take me out on a date this week and we’ll see how things go from there.” She was smiling as she said this. By the time she was finished, I was smiling too. It wasn’t a date to homecoming, but it was a date and things sounded.