After all I wasn't really a crew member. I also made a mental note to talk to Alex about his captain.With that in mind, I went to find my tools. I did...n't need the big stuff just the Glock and derringer would do for the time being.I took the pistols from Alex even though, I figured that for most of the first week, all I had to do was work on my tan and catch up on my sleep. Even if that were the case, I wanted to be able to defend myself, if push came to, who could push the hardest."I'm not. We’d share the occasional blow-out bender in one of our kitchens or at some local bar. Sometimes these things would overlap. We formed a jazz combo together, me playing saxophone, and got paying jobs all over the city. I introduced him to pot brownies right before a gig, and watched him giggle like mad while playing the clarinet. We’d crash at each other’s apartments, oh so platonically, a quick hug before we crashed, watching the sun come up over the city. Somewhere along the line, I developed. I guess all this was helping everyone, because mom and dad’s sex life was getting back in action and my girlfriend and I were trying different things that we both were enjoying. My arm was good enough for me to return to football and everything was going fine for everyone and this went on for 5 months now that we never talked about that day. I truth was that yes I wanted to fuck my mom but I knew it was wrong so I never really gave it another thought. My sex life with my girlfriend was great. He then looked at me as if to say did I mind, and in answer I shrugged and nodded. It was like putting him in gear, he kissed her, his hands everywhere as he did, laughing she told him “he needed to ‘tone it down’ on Saturday, if he was not to frighten the girl off. His answer of “But this is you and you know me” had her in fits, and saying “try treating me as if I was the girl from the pictures, like a dry run…” and slipping to the carpet in his arms, where the next act was performed, he had.