Customers sitting at other tables enjoyed their drinks, perhapsa snack. Dominica's gaze wandered from individual to individual, takingin the dynamics ...between people, the way they looked at each other,touched each other -- or nearly touched each other -- the way theydressed, what they revealed -- or hid.A slim young man sitting alone at a nearby table caught Her eye.Dressed simply, but neatly, with a sport coat, he was sipping a glassof deep, red wine -- probably a cabernet or a merlot -- also. ”I couldn’t believe him when he showed me his boat. It wasn’t really a boat, but a small house that had the ability to float. It was bigger than our apartment, and a whole lot nicer. It had the smell of a room closed up for too long inside. He gave me a little tour.“Bedroom, galley, head, lounge. Upstairs are the controls and the party deck. It’s been sitting closed up for over a year and a half. I’ll get the cleaning supplies out for you. I opened the windows this morning when I left, so it. It had been soaking up water since November and had been unable to hold out any longer. She and her father had been up early that morning- he was clearing a path to the barn and she had been preparing breakfast. That fact was the sole reason they had survived. If her mother had not been ill, she would have been curled up beneath the fur and homespun blankets ignorant of the impending fate.Her father had almost died from a flu he had caught while attempting to dig out the family. His efforts had. “Oh, it pleases me, slut. In the bathroom, now.” Shelly hurried into the small lavatory, followed closely by the captain still holding her hair. It was a tight fit. She spread her legs as the captain pressed in behind her. His hand released her hair, then gripped her hips and pressed his erection into her voluptuous ass. “Mmm, that is a fine ass. Tell me, slut, do you like being fucked in the ass?” Shelly quivered slightly and said, “Yes, sir.” The captain squeezed her cheeks and said, “Very.