But only two were inside, their forms silhouetted against a partition of cloudy glass, lightly caressed by a thin mist of cool rain from the sprinkler...s up above. Soft music played in the background, obscuring all but Amelia's loudest moans.Inside, water slowly trickled in from crevices in all four corners of the bathtub, matching the outflow from a small drain. The water, though clear, smelled floral, with a whiff of berries. Amelia was melting with the beauty of it all, and the stunning. With a yawn, he put on his glasses and crawled out of his bunk and shuffled down to the bathroom.Joanne was sitting on a toilet and called out to him as he walked past, "Hey four-eyes, sleep alone again last night?" Fuck you," he muttered as he walked past."Not if you were the last man on Earth!" she yelled back.Den grabbed a towel and a bar of soap and walked into the shower room. Bill, a big black man, was showering at one end of the room. Den immediately noticed that Bill had a huge hard-on,. My head was spinning.The same dizzy feeling I had when standing at the edge of a cliff swept over me in a wave of cultural vertigo as I struggled to keep my mental balance. The normal social landmarks outlining the boundaries of acceptable behavior were either missing or obscured in this strange new world. She folded her jeans, placed them on top of her sweater, leaned back on the pillow behind her, and closed her eyes.“Ahh, that feels much more comfortable. I’m getting to the age where I. I don’t like it. It’s not just me. I think she’s feeling it too. I don’t like this! She’s my stepdaughter.I’m freaking out. There she is, next to me on the sofa. Wearing her one piece nightdress. I’m moving a bit over to the right. Give her more space. A look at her. She looks back. Slight smile on her face. I smile back. I’m so tense. It’s ridiculous. I’m gonna have to get used to this. Gotta think of her as my daughter, be a father. I’m trying to relax, sinking back into the sofa. After a few.