"I've licked your daughter's pussy you goddamn bitch." But I didn't. I couldn't hurt her like that."Okay Barb," I sighed. "Just forget about it. Maybe... we can, you know, go shopping or take in a movie later in the week. Call me, okay. I have to get my groceries home before they spoil. I'll see you later."Driving home, I thought about what I was going to do with myself. I didn't feel like going to the country club and making small talk with a bunch of snobs. I couldn't bring myself to call. I couldn't have been more wrong.After a fortune in share markets, I was now living my dream - of being a freelance journalist. While other 'colleagues' were out in the thick of the battle, I roamed the less offensive fields of art. My speaciality was paintings, and pretty soon, all I had to do was type my name at the end of anything and the newspapers would publish it. To me, they were - are - insensitive buffoons, who are guilty of every hypocrisy that they condemn in others (can you believe. I always hated corsets although I must admit that I have horsed a few whores who wore them. Jim was a big man, and I knew he was rough on women. She was in for a busy time and her tears had already begun flowing as her hurried her along with his big hand tangled in her long hair.I let my two midshipmen, randy boys of fifteen or so, have the other woman, Amanda, and told them to enjoy her and then put her on the rail in just her shift. They smiled and promised, saying it might take a while.“No. I told him if he wanted me to strip; but he said my outfit was too sexy and I was a better piece dressed than naked. He reached out and grabbed my thong from under my dress. He slipped it down my legs to my ankles and then out from my feet.He sniffed it and whispered he loved my wild scent.Then he told me I was naked now and I looked very, very sexy…The Destroyer started to strip himself. When he stood fully naked, I finally understood his nickname and why Camilla and Helena had reserved that.