What sort of sea captain had splendid surroundings like these?A fruity bass voice greeted them with: "H'adĭn, my friend. I've not seen you for so lon...g. And you have brought me a young lady. Look up, my treasure. Let me see you. Welcome aboard the Golden Cockerel; our Coq d'Or."He spoke to H'adĭn. "You know, I do believe she will satisfy the Sultan." The voice was deep and jolly. Lacie looked up. Delight beamed through her. In a baggy blue suit was a rotund, jovial, bearded seaman with the. Tara spanked her again on the other side and Becky responded with another squeak, two red blotches appeared replacing the pinky-red, wobbling sensuously. The sound was quite loud, echoing around the almost featureless little room and Tara looked nervously towards the door but heard nothing. She gave her two more swats, one each side and Becky’s legs began to kick up, a contented moan coming from the girl, the oval fruit of her entrance appearing to swell between the tops of her legs. Tara. She turned to her new comrade in arms."I ... um." Sure." Vin shooed her back and followed her. "A girl can't be too careful these days, even a HAMr pilot."Aliya relaxed, "Thanks."They moved into the back storeroom where the keepers already had a small pile of clothes. He was busy opening up shelves and boxes, collecting who knows what. "Just try on those will you for fit. I am generally good at guessing people's measurements, but I always like to make sure."Vin perched herself on a crate and. She cared; she worried. School finished, and she went home with Mum and Dad. They had dinner together and then she showered, before being read a bed time story. The next day she went to school, came home going through the same process. There still was no word of Crystal, her best friend. Many days passed. Almost a week later she mustered the courage to ask what had happened. Mum said Crystal's dad had died. She also said that Crystal was sad and needed some time alone. The subject wasn’t to be.