’ He gestures towards the mini-bar. ‘Drink?’ ‘Thanks – but I’m driving. Best not.’ John has told them he is twenty-nine, which would ma...ke him more than ten years younger than either of them. He is tall, sandy-haired, slim and smartly dressed. Casual jacket, pristine white shirt, no tie. He looks round, seats himself on the edge of the bed, relaxed, confident. But slightly puzzled. ‘Is she – er?’ ‘In the bathroom. Are you OK with what we agreed?’ ‘Sure. If that will be what you want, both of. "My mother smiled, "You're a very sweet man. Thank you." Enjoy the drink, both of you. The fruit is special. Drink little by little. It works slowly. Very good for fertility."My mother and I were both taken aback when he mentioned 'fertility.' I wanted to laugh, while my mother looked mortified. After leaving a big tip for the man, we headed towards the cruise ship which was set to depart shortly.***An hour later. The ship left the port and many of the passengers stood outside to have a final. Doug spun her and picked her up as if she were a baby, cradling her naked body in his powerful arms. But that didn’t stop her from trying to get a way, she twisted and struggled against his grip, all the while kicking her legs in the air for all she was worth. And yelling at him to let her go…… Doug continued to hold her captive in his strong arms. Becky was exactly where she wanted to be.Doug carried her to the king size bed where he unceremoniously dropped her on it. Becky wiggled, trying. Julius told her of putting down some minor tribal skirmishes on the Isle of Sicily. He was home for some legal business involving his father and himself."What do you do now that you are retired?" Penelope asked Marcus."Go to the Senate and listen to all the windbags," Marcus chuckled. "They can get up and talk for hours if one would let them. And with all of that talking they end up saying absolutely nothing. They just like to hear themselves talk. Plus if someone objects to what they say, they.