’ ‘Fashion guy? What you turning gay on me, now? You wanna name your dog after a gay chicken.’ ‘Hey, don’t talk about my dog like that.’ �...��What dog? You don’t even have a dog.’ ‘Yeah, but supposin’ I was to get that dog, already, he be riddled with insults.’ Joey watched Vito reading the news. ‘So, what are you doing, now? Reading those sexy stories on Literotica, again? That Bostonfictionwriter is my favorite writer. He’s from the old neighborhood. He writes good.’ ‘Nah, you know the boss don’t. Kat could tell that Crystal had a few questions, so she suggested a trip to the ladies room. The two girls excused themselves.As soon as they were in the restroom, Crystal said, “What’s with Mark Hanley? What should I do? We do? He’s very nice but he’s not paying like Brad is? What’s protocol here?” She was nervous all over again.Kat laughed as she pulled out her iPhone, “Well, first we make sure Mr. Hanley is who he says he is. A few seconds later, She showed Crystal the screen on her phone.. And with that she dropped to her knees.Pulling at my zip she tugged it down and reached inside my fly. There wasn’t a lot of room in there by now and gradually she pulled my extremely hard cock out of my pants. The feeling of the cool air was quiet exhilarating, as were here hands pumping up and down. She flicked a tongue out and dabbed at the head, already leaking a little precum. She pulled my foreskin back and licked round and under the skin, then up and down the shaft. The once more and. On the fourth night of my solitude, a hoard of vast shark fins, some twenty feet tall, terrorized me, rising and plunging on all sides, gently bumping and knocking my frail wooden shell. I felt and heard the vasty breath, smelling of fish, and realized that these were no shark fish, but some sort of whales, air breathing creatures of the sea. I suspected they were the dreaded 'Wolf Whales' of lore, but aside from curiosity, they offered me no harm.A storm blew onshore the next morning, I had to.