-------I was lissening to KEEF SWEAT which I aint had no bizness doing, while he was crooning about DEEP LOVE n shit.Meanwhile, downtown, The Muddy MI...SSISSIPPI RIVER was flooding over like the last woman I had fucked.Rite in the middle of Keith crynin mah landline rang wit a Sista named TOMORROW on the other end.That was her Name: TOMORROW.And she had heard all the Jokes including YESTERDAY and TODAY as a play on words bout her name.She didnt like none of that shit.I automatically figured that. The slavers had faced exactly the same predicament, but their course had allowed them to pass to the east of the islands, where-as, we had been forced to the west.For three days we rode the storm, sails ripped away, spars broken like match-sticks, mountainous seas battering the ship. Most of the crew had never before been so frightened, even some of the older hands, who had experienced the Bay of Biscay at its worst, had looked apprehensive.I couldn’t comprehend how we had not lost a mast.By. You were almost glowing. Your lips were so full and succulent. I remained standing for just a moment as I gazed upon you. With all of my senses awakened, the scent of your perfume filled the room. Still unable to move, I felt pressure down in my jeans. The blood which flowed toward my groin area began to fill my eighteen year old shaft. Smiling up at me, you said,’Well, Are you gonna just stand there or are you going to sit with me?’ I stared down at you with a smile. A soft grin found it’s way. It didn’t make any sense. ‘Then who?’ Karrin started. ‘Sent them?’ Nikki completed. Trish wished she wasn’t being honest when she responded. ‘I don’t know.’ She wished she knew who had bothered to think of her but honestly she couldn’t think of anybody who might care enough to have sent her flowers. Nikki paused for a second realizing that Trish wasn’t faking her surprise. ‘Well whoever he is he loves you. Assuming he’s not a crazy stalker you make sure you fuck his brains out sugar cube.’.