Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2012 08:31:54 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis.Part Ten.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

     Part Ten

     I spent a happy day with him, alternating between my house, the
vicarage and the church. Before going to the church, I went to see Mr
Grainger, who was one of the few people in the village who had a
greenhouse, and got some flowers that he had been growing in here. He
wouldn't take any payment from me, but I managed to slip his wife a five
pound note, for which I received the bobbing curtsey.

     With the flowers, I then went with Donald to the churchyard where I
put them on the graves of my departed ones and said my little prayer for
each of them. Then I had a serious talk with Donald inside the church. I
pointed out all the dilapidation that was getting worse over the years
within the walls. The drapes, the altar cloth, the hassocks, the books and
many more small things that you don't really notice until they fall to bits
before your eyes. That wasn't bringing into it the outside state of the
place. The cemetery side and the paths were being kept up now, but look at
the state of the fence, the gate and other parts.

     He sadly agreed with me, saying how he hadn't realised how much run
down the place seemed to be getting. Then I hit him with about how cold it
was inside! I was sure it was warmer outside in the middle of February than
it was inside. The whole place need some form of heating, and that was what
we were going to do!

     `I'm ordering,' I said most haughtily, `as Lady of the village, that
you release some funds from the sale of those shares to be donated to the
church and see that my wishes are carried out.' We laughed and hugged each
other in the porch, okay he laughed with me, and we both said together,
that it was tax deductible.

     We both enjoyed our dinner that night, after me apologising to Flora
that it was the excitement of the day that made me unable to finish the
previous night's meal. She said that she understood, but would have no
truck with that excuse for this evening's meal. So we ate everything and
had a great loving on the rug before the fire that night before going to
bed.

     Donald slipped out of bed in the morning before Beatrice arrived, and
after a kiss, went off to the vicarage. So I went down for my breakfast in
my robe and had a lonely meal and then went and soaked in the bath for an
hour. I got dressed and carefully made my face up, getting Beatrice to do
my hair for me, so that I was ready a good half hour before the Sunday
service in the church.

     I sat there in the window seat with a gin and tonic, waiting for
Donald to emerge from his house. I'd told Flora not to bother with lunch
for today as I had other plans in mind, so Beatrice had gone off to get
ready for church.

     Snow had just begun to fall and it looked as it was going to settle
and I was glad to see that Donald had put on a heavy coat, even though it
was only a short distance as he hurried to the church. It was also nice to
see how many of the village were making their way there too. I finished my
drink and put on my new coat and joined them. The good mornings were low
and murmured as we made our way inside, and I was able to catch David Drew,
the pub landlord, before he went inside. I asked him if it was possible
that his wife could fix up a lunch for the vicar and myself for about one
o'clock in the bar. If the vicar didn't mind him slipping out before the
service ended, it wouldn't be a problem. I told him that I would sort out
the vicar with regard to that, to which he laughingly replied that he was
absolutely sure that I would be able to do that.

     Was it that obvious that I could twist Donald round my little finger,
I wondered, as I made my way down to my pew at the front of the church. I
loosened my coat and waited for Donald, my love, to start the service. It
was a good one though I didn't like the choice of text, being about the
prodigal son. Then at the end of the service he said that he had an
announcement to make, so they settled back for a moment, some fidgeting
because the pub would be just opening.

     `As you can see, Lady Francis,' I jolted upright at this remark, `has
once again returned home and I had the pleasure of telling her about the
wonderful response and respect that you showed to her when I asked for your
help in a little financial matter. She has made it known to me that such
kindness will not be forgotten and that kindness and faith will be rewarded
shortly, and I echo her words of God bless you all.'

      I waited till he had passed down the aisle to say good bye to all who
had attended the service, but I held back, not wishing to stand in the
draughty porch with him. All had left before I stood up and slowly met him
as he came back inside.

     `You should have been at door with me Francis,' he admonished.

     `When it is warmer I will,' I replied, `but not when it's as cold as
it is. You'll catch your death standing out there so long.'

     `I can't understand why Dave dashed out so early either.'

     `That's my fault, I'm sorry,' and I told him of what I had
arranged. `I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you what I'd told Flora last night.'
But I was

  forgiven, well how could he not?

     So it was quickly to the vicarage for him to change and then up the
lane we went and into the pub. It was quite lively and a nice fire was
going to keep the place warm. It being my first visit of a Sunday
lunchtime, I didn't know it would be so busy. If I had known I wouldn't
have asked Dave to put his wife to all that trouble. I said so afterwards,
but my apologies were brushed aside.

      When we were seated with Donald's pint of beer and my gin and tonic,
I told some anecdotes of the voyage and made him laugh. It was nice to sit
with him and hear that happy noise of his.

     Then lunch was served to us, and very good it was too. The villagers
played their part by not interrupting and left us alone to enjoy the
food. When I asked why were there so many people in there, he laughed and
said that it was really the only day that the workers could have a good
drink, fill their stomachs with food and sleep the whole lot off during the
afternoon. It was the wives I gave thought to. But then, I just wanted to
eat and drink and then sleep through the afternoon too, but with Donald
beside me.

     That's when the itch started inside me again, and I hoped that Donald
would be up to the challenge of me wanting him again since this
morning. Full of food and three large gins, He paid the bill and we went
slowly back down the lane, heavily wrapped up and into the vicarage. He had
lit some fires before the service and it had made the whole place nice and
warm.

     `Would you like to watch the television?' he asked, as we took our
coats off.

     `No Donald,' I said, taking his arm, `I liked what you said about the
workers. Having a drink, then eating their dinner before going to bed.'

     `I said sleep, you minx, no mention of bed.'

     `Well I was thinking of bed. Did you make a fire up there?'

     `Yes.'

     `Well you must have had the same thoughts then,' I smiled as I tugged
his arm towards the staircase. He didn't need much pulling. It was very
warm in his bedroom, and we added to the heat when we kissed, our tongues
vying with each other as we did so. I undid his shirt and nibbled and
kissed at his nipples while undoing is trousers and then taking him into my
mouth when I'd freed his erection.

     `Don't tease me too much Fran or I might not last,' he said, pulling
me up from my knees. He quickly took off the rest of his clothes as I
slithered out of my dress. I was just about to undo my bra when he told me
to stop.

     `Keep the rest on,' he said hoarsely, looking at my body dressed in
lingerie with an erection sticking out from it. I still wasn't wearing
panties. He sat down on the hard chair, his erection sticking up stiff from
between his legs, `Let's do it here.'

    I found the cream and put a generous portion up at my rear before
approaching him. Beads of sweat were on his brow as I walked over and went
astride of his legs and held his face close to my lower chest. With my
hands both sides of his face, I bent my head and kissed him as I started to
lower myself down, trusting that he was holding it upright for me. My head
started to straighten as I slowly moved down, our lips not parting. I felt
the warmth of him touch me below and with it being in the right position,
let myself sink lower, feeling him enter me the more I went down.

     I broke mouth contact as I arched my neck as I moved down those last
few inches, savouring the completeness that he filled me with. The
throbbing of his heart pounding the blood round his body and up into that
organ that I was now taking fully inside me. The heat from it making my own
body temperature rise as I finally settled down onto his thighs, his cock,
quivering and pulsating deep within me. He was touching the very vitals of
me, sending out a rapid sonar ping to probe my very being.

     This was heaven, I thought, with my head still thrown back, feeling
the heavy pounding like that of a ship's engine deep down in the bowels of
the vessel.

     I was transfixed, spiked and impaled on the totem of my love, and with
every slight movement of my body, could feel the powerhouse of energy that
I had inside of me. It was just waiting for the lever to be thrown to set
that powerful shaft into motion. Like the engine room, the massive
throbbing machine waited for the word to move. Then when started, the
massive arm would start to move up and down, and the piston would begin to
move in and out, that in its turn would make the shaft begin to screw.

     I was the ship and Donald was the engine. Up and down and in and out,
his shaft began to screw me. I clung to him, kissing him as best as I could
as we moved together in unison. Faster and faster we moved, and like a ship
when it's underway, it takes a lot to stop it. There was no way of stopping
us. He held me tight round the waist as he bounced me up and down on his
lap, I held him round the neck, propelling myself up and down.

     Then he came to a grinding halt as if hitting a submerged reef, the
ship not moving but the engine still trying to force its way forward with
the screwing shaft. I arched my back away from his body as he ground me
tight to his groin, the shaft burst asunder to spill the hot oil out to
cover all of the inside workings till after what seemed a lifetime, the
engine faltered and came to a slow jerking stop. Sweat was pouring from my
body and not just because we were close to the fire in the room. It was
from the fire that was within my body that had made me break out in streams
of water that almost turned to steam I was that hot.

     I gurgled and cried as I pulled myself back up and covered his sweaty
body with my own. All our body fluids mixed together, because I had come
too without knowing it, such was the force that he had come into me. His
semen was seeping out of me and down onto his thighs, and mine was mixed up
in the sweat between our chests.

     We washed and sponged each other down and then collapsed on the bed
and promptly fell asleep. I'm glad that Donald was one of these people who
have an in built alarm system, otherwise I would have stayed asleep right
through the night.

     But he woke up in plenty of time for us to get dressed and me to
scuttle across the road to shower and change for the evening service. This
time I did stand in the porch to say goodnight to everybody, because there
were not as many as at the morning service, so it was over fairly
quickly. We too then scurried off as the parishioners had done when all was
closed up.

     Back in the vicarage, we just made ourselves a small snack and with a
hot drink, went back up to bed. It was just a kiss and a cuddle in the
firelit room, watching the dancing shadows on the ceiling before falling
asleep.

                                                           *

     It's a pity that it wasn't spring, because I felt like singing with
the larks when I got up, happy as a pig in the you know what. The world was
my oyster and I did a happy jig, naked in the bedroom to the amusement of
Donald who watched me as he propped himself up on an elbow.

     `Donald! I'm so happy and I don't really deserve it, or you,' I said,
dropping down by the bed to kiss him. `Let's cash it all in and go and live
on a desert island. You, the sun, the sea and the sand and me. Then we
could make love all day, night time too if we build up your strength. I
would be your slave and bow down to the king, and,' I said as I threw back
the bedclothes, `and kiss and worship this lovely dick!' and I gave him a
big smacking kiss on his penis. He roared out laughing and pulled me up off
the floor and hugged me to him, kissing me as he laughed.

    `No frolicking this morning, we've things to do,' he said as he pushed
me off and got out of bed.

     `No no,' I cried dropping down at his feet, `you cannot cast me out
like this, a waif out into the storm.' He laughed as he stood there. I
changed myself again, and nuzzled my nose up against his penis, `Please
sir, I want some more.'

     `More?' he roared as Mr Bumble, and then pulled me up to my
feet. `Come on Oliver, stop twisting about and get dressed.'

     `You dress me,' I said somewhat petulantly, `now that's something you
haven't done before. Go on, let's see how you would do it.'

     `Okay,' he said, joining in the spirit of the game.

     `Bra first,' I said. So this he picked up and putting my arms through
the straps and fitting them on my shoulders, fumbled by got the clip done
up at the back.

     `Now the suspender belt.' It took two attempts to get this on
right. By now I had an erection that was bouncing about and getting in his
way. `Now the stockings. Get them both on me first before doing the clips,
it'd be easier.' That was some effort. I stood on one leg while he tried to
get one on, my cock constantly banging against his face. The second one was
quicker, but then came the job of pulling them up tight and getting the
clip in the first time. We were almost in stitches by the time he got the
last clip in place.

     `Now while you're down there,' I suggested, my cock still waving about
in front of him suggesting what should be done. So with his hands round and
holding the cheeks of my arse, he sucked me off, taking the whole length of
my small tool in completely and was able to jerk me off without using his
hands. He let me use my hands to hold his head as I came, jerking my hips
till I was finished. He licked me a little while more before getting up
himself and then squirting some of my own come into my mouth as he kissed
me. I almost choked, as I wasn't expecting that kind of trick from him, but
we both swallowed and then kissed.

     `Enough, `he cried, `if I get started, there won't be anything left
for tonight.' So, reluctantly, I let him go and he got dressed himself as I
finally put on my dress.

     I made us some breakfast, boiled eggs with soldiers and coffee.

     `Donald? Could I put some of my clothes in here? I'm sure Beatrice is
going to notice soon that on Monday mornings I go into my house still
wearing the same clothes as the night before.'

     `Good idea,' he mumbled through his toast.

     After breakfast, I washed up and put the things away, and went over to
my house for a shower and change of clothes. Donald meanwhile, ordered a
taxi to take us into Trowbridge, and I was ready when it arrived. It was to
take us to see Mr Truell, but I made the taxi drop us off at a jeweller's
in the High Street.

     We went in and I bought a solid silver paper knife and had them
engrave it for me while we waited. Then with it wrapped up and paid for, I
took Donald's arm and we went on to the solicitor's office. Mr Truell stood
up from behind his desk when we were shown in and he brought a second chair
closer to the desk for me.

     `It's a pleasure to see you again Miss Francis and you too vicar. This
business is most irregular,' he said, turning to me, `and I am on
tenterhooks as to the outcome.'

     `Please be assured Mr Truell that I know what I am doing, and in
appreciation of what you have done for me, I would like you to accept
this.' I took the box out of my bag and passed it across the desk.

     `Please Miss Francis, I cannot accept anything at this time. It might
be wrongly construed...'

     `This is not a bribe Mr. Truell,' I said coldly, `you handled my
parent's estate as well as those of my aunts. It is for that service that
this gift is being offered.'

     `Oh, er, well, thank you. Thank you very much Miss Francis.' He took
the box and opened it and took out the paper knife and read out the
engraved inscription, "With much appreciation, Lady Francis."

     `Thank you, it is most lovely,' I saw that he had noted the hall marks
on it.

     `Now, down to business,' I started, and then went on to tell him all
that he needed to know about my affairs and when to sell the shares held in
the Bethune Corporation. Then to take out cash so that it could be
distributed among the villagers, also to make a donation to the church in
respect of repairs and maintenance, a list will be supplied later as to the
work to be done.

     `Well that's that all settled. How much are the shares worth now?'

     `Two shillings and sixpence and seem to be holding steady,' I noted
that he didn't consult any papers, so he had been expecting the question.

     `Well I expect them to rise sharply within about a month and I do not
want for them to reach their peak before selling.'

     `What do you expect that peak to be, may I ask?'

     `About two pounds five shillings. That is why I want to sell just
below two pounds.'

     `I don't understand how you can be so confident,' he said.

     `You don't have to Mr Truell,' I said, rising from my chair and
offering my hand. We shook hands and Donald shook his hand also, and we
then left him still standing behind his desk.

     `The old fool,' I muttered to Donald as I took his arm when were back
on the street, `where to now, a pub for lunch? But first let's find me some
gloves. My hands are freezing.' So we went shopping for gloves. I stopped
and looked at some nice ties, and thought how silly that was as Donald
never wore ties, so I bought him a pair of gloves as well as a pair for
myself.

     We had a drink and lunch in The Rose and Crown pub and then had a taxi
drive us back home. The fire had gone out in the vicarage, so while he made
a new one, I collected some of my clothes from my house and transferred
them over to his. This made me feel better and gave me a sense of really
now belonging here with Donald. Then the afternoon was spent sitting in
front of the fire and watching the small screen of his television set.

     Back over to my house for our dinner and then back to his for bed,
where we made slow and glorious love together. We stayed in bed nearly the
whole of the next day, and I couldn't keep my hands off his body whether it
was just stroking it or kissing it. There was not one part that I missed.

     For me, the next few days passed in a haze of love, the giving and
receiving of both love and passion.

     At one of our dinners, I asked Flora if she could do any Chinese style
meals. She said she knew of something similar, but she would try and test
then out on her husband first. So I told her I would like whatever she did
for dinner that coming Friday, and out of Donald's hearing, asked if
Beatrice could attend me on that evening, because I couldn't do my hair by
myself in the style that I wanted.

     Friday came and Flora told me of her difficulty in getting such things
as the soya sauce and peppers, but she'd managed and hoped that I would
enjoy what she was preparing. I had a nice long hot bath, wishing that I
had Wen Chi there to give me the bath and that massage afterwards. I washed
my hair and dried it before getting out and putting on my cheongsam. This I
had to do first because I couldn't very well let Beatrice see me in my
thong.

     She came into my room just as I started to make my face up in an
Oriental fashion. She sat down and watched in fascination and awe as I
transformed my features with the make-up. It took time as I was being very
careful to get it right. Then I told her exactly how I needed to have my
hair done, so between us, we managed and as far as I could see, it looked
just right. I knew Donald was now downstairs, so slipping my feet into the
same coloured high heeled shoes, I made my way down to see him.

     His face was a picture when he saw me come into the light.

     `Oh my gosh!' he said in an awed voice, `I wouldn't have believed it
possible.'

     Even if I say it myself, I knew I looked beautiful standing there in
my blue slit sided cheongsam with my sun tanned face made up as it was.

     `You look stunning darling, absolutely stunning,' was all he could
say, the amazed look on his face still there. Beatrice, who'd followed me
down, had run into the kitchen and brought her mother out to see me.

     `Well bless my soul,' was all that Flora could say.

     `Doesn't she look so pretty mum,' said Beatrice, proud of her part in
helping me. I ran my hands down the side of the dress and walked over and
stood by the fireplace. This broke the spell for Donald and he quickly
poured out some drinks and brought them over and handed me a glass.

     `Absolutely amazing,' he said, his eyes shining at me, and as I was
wearing high heels, we were at eye level with each other. `I..I'm lost for
words.' I looked down at his front and could see that I'd given him a hard
on.

     `I can see that,' I said, running the tip of my tongue across my lips,
my eyes still looking down at his crotch.

     `Oh, ah, yes,' he stammered, catching on to what I meant in front of
Flora and Beatrice, and he promptly sat down, using the hand holding the
glass to cover himself.

     `I don't see my dinner doing you justice, Miss Francis,' Flora said.

     `I'm quite sure that it will be up to your usual standard Flora,' I
said, smiling at her.

     `I still can't believe it,' I heard Donald muttering.

     `Would you see to the wine Donald please, and did I tell you Flora,
that the other two will be here tomorrow, so that will be four of us till
Tuesday night?'

     `Yes you did Miss Francis,'

     `Oh, fine then, well, whenever you're ready,' I said and went and sat
down at the table.

     It was a very good effort that she had made with the meal and it
pleased Donald immensely.

     `I can't get over how wonderful you look tonight,' he said after they
had gone, his hand now covering mine across the table, `the way you have
transformed yourself into an Eastern princess.' He took my hand as we got
up from the table and he twirled me round to see me from all sides.

     `The dress is so tight and yet I can't tell.'

     `Have a feel and be prepared to be surprised.' Standing close to me
with one hand on my shoulder, he ran his hand up the front of my dress.

     `My goodness,' he exclaimed, rubbing his hand up and down several more
times, `say, am I feeling what I think I'm feeling.' Not being able to feel
exactly where his fingers were, I had to look down.

     `Oh yes,' I laughed, pressing his fingers tightly to the cleverly
sculptured lips, `feels real doesn't it?'

     `Well, er, I would only be guessing,' he grinned as he turned me round
and kissed me, `so you'll have to show me.'

     `Here, or over there,' I smiled, `because if I show you here, I might
not want to get dressed again to go over there.'

     `Okay,' he smiled, giving me a kiss on the nose, `I'll wait a few more
minutes while we change houses.'

     We got our coats and after putting out the lights, we went across the
road to the vicarage. We kept the coats on for a few minutes till Donald
had brought the fire up into a fine blaze. Then he went upstairs to see
that the fire up there was burning brightly, and when he came down, I saw
that he had surreptitiously brought down the cream, so I made out that I
hadn't seen it. If we were to be making love in front of the fire, let's
build it up a bit more, I thought, putting an extra log on.

     We had a drink and I sat on his lap, his hand running up and down my
back.

     `Silk is it?' he asked.

     `The finest,' I replied, `and the front is made of silk too.' I got
off his lap and smoothed down the front, making my hands spread out fan
wise above my crotch, tightening the fabric so that not a bulge showed.

     `You're teasing me Fran,' he said.

      `No. This is called teasing,' and I started to slowly undo the
buttons that ran down the left side of the cheongsam. With the collar and
last side button undone, he moved closer to the edge of his seat. I then
let the silk fabric whisper down to the floor.

     `Well I never,' Donald said in a whisper as my thong was revealed. `Is
it uncomfortable?'

     `No. I only wear it with that dress so that nothing shows.' He put his
hand out and stroked it, and I moved a bit closer for him to get a better
feel.

     `Damn clever these Chinese,' he said, still stroking it, so I unhooked
it, and let it fall into his hands for a closer inspection. I then massaged
myself to ease the tightness that the thong had caused. I moved my feet to
get the dress out of the way and just stood there, unclothed and with my
erection coming up. Donald was still fingering the thong, paying careful
attention to the fake split in the front.

     `Are you going to play with that all night while I just stand here?'

     `I'm sorry my darling,' he said, getting up and casting the thong
aside. He took me into his arms and kissed me deep and with passion as we
slowly sank to the rug before the fire, undressing him as we did so.

     After a little kissing, I moved round and then we could take pleasure
in each other. I didn't suck on Donald long, but pulled off and let him
carry on till I came, bucking into his mouth. I then kissed him, tasting my
own sperm on his lips before rolling onto my stomach. I laid my head on my
arms as I had the warmth of the fire on one side, and Donald's on the other
as his hand ran up and down my spine, his fingers gently caressing the soft
curve of my buttocks.

     `I like that,' I murmured.

     `Like what?' he asked.

     `When you stroke my bum. It makes me feel all warm inside.'

     He then bent down and gently kissed me several times on each
cheek. Then he moved away and I guessed he was getting the cream. Next his
hands were beneath my hips, pulling me up into a kneeling position, and I
moved my legs apart for him.

     His hands stroked my waist and hips before he held me and I felt him
push. I arched my back as he entered, pushing his way right in and I gave a
sigh of content being filled like that. Then I had the pleasure of him
moving in and out, getting pleasure for himself as he slowly fucked me.

     `I love you Fran,' I heard him whisper as he started to move with more
urgency and then the straining push of his thighs against mine as he came
into me. The short stabbing thrusts as he shot the last drops of sperm
inside for them to join up again as if they were still in his balls.

     I eased down to lay on the rug with him on top of me, squeezing my
thighs together to hold him inside me.

     `Don't pull out yet Donald. Please stay for awhile,' I whispered. So
we lay joined for a time until Donald said he had to withdraw. I gripped
him tight, but he slowly moved and pulled himself out of me.

      `My right thigh is burning,' he said as he got to his feet and left
the room. I liked the heat, both on the outside and on the inside, then I
was suddenly cool as a wet cloth wiped between my legs.

     `Come on sweetheart, it's time for bed,' he said, helping up from the
rug. I picked up my dress as he put a guard in front of the fire, and we
went up to bed.

                                                           *

     We only had time for coffee in the morning, well he could eat later,
but I had to get dressed and made up because a taxi was on its way to pick
me up. The train with Diane and Ralph was due in at eleven, so there wasn't
to be a shopping trip this time.

     I gave Donald a kiss as the taxi pulled up, and off I went to meet the
train. As said, the trains ran on time in those days, and so at a few
minutes past eleven, they appeared with their bags. Kisses and hugs were
exchanged and we piled into the warm taxi for the run home. The taxi driver
knowing me, and knew that he always got a good tip, had no objection to
dropping the three of us off at the pub and then going on down the lane to
drop off the bags. I told him to bring the vicar back with him and I would
see to the fare when he returned.

     We hadn't said a lot in the taxi, but now with drinks in our hands, we
got to talk properly. The first question always asked was how was your
leave? Invariably it was the same answer, not bad, how was yours? Ralph had
tried to buy the round but I asked Dave to run a slate as there was one
more still to come and we would also like to stay and have lunch.

     There was a lovely fire in the pub which drew us like moths, having to
share it with two dogs who I feared could possibly get their hair singed,
they were that close. I was just getting the second round in when a gust of
cold air heralded the entry of Donald and the taxi driver. Donald had his
pint and the driver accepted a brandy as well as his fare and tip for his
help. He soon knocked his drink back and left.

     Donald shook hands with Ralph and got a kiss from Diane. He sat with
his pint and then rubbed his hands towards the fire.

     `Well then, how was your leave?' He looked perplexed at the groans
that we gave, and joined in the laughter when we told him the why of the
reaction to the question. `Okay, okay,' holding up his hands. `It's nice to
see you back here, but, serious now. Francis has told me that you must
leave on Wednesday morning. Will we have the chance again to see a
performance in the hall?'

     I had already asked them before Donald had come in if we could do the
same as last time, and the agreement was for a yes.

     `Yes, Donald. We'll do a show on Tuesday night, but I'm not providing
free drinks and food this time,' I told him.

     `Great! David?' The landlord stopped his polishing of a glass and
approached as close to us as the bar would allow. `It's a go for Tuesday
night. No bar or food this time, but that won't worry you I know. Spread it
about if you would please.'

     `Are you hungry?' I asked Diane and Ralph.

     `I'm always hungry,' Ralph answered.

     `I only had a coffee and one slice of toast this morning, so the
answer is yes,' said Diane.

     `Donald?'

     `Well I could eat something,' he answered with a smile.

     `Oh you cheat! You had breakfast after I left, didn't you?' I accused
him.

     `Whoa, I had the same as Diane. Coffee and toast.'

     `How many cups and slices?' I demanded.

     `Hey, take it easy my young girl. If you get on your high horse, I'll
have to pull you off and smack your bottom.'

     `Promises, promises,' I said, smiling at him, but then giving that
remark some deeper thought. Would he, or wouldn't he? I let the others talk
round me as I pondered this question. I'd never seen Donald angry, and
would he resort to putting me across his knee and smacking my bottom? I got
a hard on just thinking how that could possibly be a bit erotic. But I
didn't think I could make him rise to the bait to actually do it. If it
were done in temper, then it wouldn't really work. I sighed, and wondered.

     `Pardon? I'm sorry, I missed that. What was the question?' being
brought out of my reverie by Donald speaking to me.

     `I said, would you be wearing your Chinese outfit in the show?'

     `No. Definitely not,' I said, giving Diane a sideways glance, `When
we've had one made for Diane, then we might. Donald, do you know how long
it took to do that make-up?'

     `I must confess that I don't. That's a lovely sun tan you've got
Diane.' She smiled and laughed as he winked at her.

     `Oh Donald, you are exasperating sometimes,' but I had to join in her
laughter.

     `Well, what are we eating?'

     We made it a light lunch because none of us wanted to miss out on
Flora's dinner, though it didn't stop us drinking. I settled up the bill
with Dave and we all put our coats on and braved the cold to hurry down the
lane to my house.

     There was a nice fire in the classroom where we spent the rest of the
afternoon, running through options for the next voyage's shows. There was
no reason that we couldn't use a lot of those we used on the previous trip,
after all, they would be a new lot of passengers. We weren't there to
entertain the officers and crew, so it wouldn't matter if it was old
material that we used. With this decision made, we knocked off and went
into the parlour for a couple of drinks before dinner.

                                                           *

     We fell into the same pattern as before. Ralph and Diane had the same
rooms whilst I went over to the vicarage. The next day was Sunday, so we
went to church, and after lunch, rehearsed up until it was time for the
evening service. Monday was spent in the classroom doing our dance
routines, some old and some new, and it was a relief to see Donald's head
pop round the door to tell us that it was an hour to dinner.

     Showered, dressed and downstairs for drinks and then a wonderful
meal. Tuesday, our last day in the village, was spent going over the show
we would give that evening. We did it once in the morning, and after a
light lunch, went through it once again in the afternoon. Then we rested
for an hour before the fire. Donald was up at the hall, seeing that the
chairs were out and that the lighting worked, and the heaters lit to the
make the place warm. We decided to go up a bit early and have a drink in
the pub before we began, so I popped across the road and telephoned Eddie
to confirm our departure for the next morning. Then all wrapped up warm and
with the record player and records, we went first to the hall to drop them
off and then into the pub.

     There were quite a few people in there already taking supplies on
board to last them through the show. Donald joined us and we had our drinks
as I ran through the list again with him of the records to be played. Time
marched on, so we finished our drinks, donned our coats for the few yards
down the lane to the hall. People had already started arriving, and we went
into the dressing room to get ready. Donald stayed out front and saw to
people getting seated, and it wasn't long before he was backstage, telling
us that they were ready out front.

     So we took up our positions on the stage behind the curtains as Donald
went through them to briefly announce us before drawing back the curtains
for the show to begin. It ran non-stop for two and half hours and we had a
tremendous applause at the finish. We took several curtain calls, Donald's
face beaming as he opened and closed the curtains before going through and
saying that enough was enough.

     We took our stage make-up off and gathered up our things and went out
of the now empty hall and made our way down to the house. Flora and
Beatrice had been up to the hall and welcomed us back with much
praise. They'd made up the fires so that the house was lovely and warm, and
we could smell dinner cooking.

     We were tired but happy with the success, though I pointed out that
they were a biased audience, but that didn't matter. To any entertainer,
any and all applause is welcome, even needed to a large extent, to boost
and carry them on to do more. We drank a toast to the villagers and to
ourselves on a great performance, congratulating and kissing each other.

     Dinner was wonderful, and we toasted Flora's cooking expertise, making
her flush with pleasure as she put on her coat to go home with
Beatrice. She wished us a safe voyage and hurriedly left, still red in the
face, Beatrice with a silly grin on her own face, followed.

     Bloated, after eating every scrap and consuming four bottles of wine,
we had coffee and brandies before I broke up the party. It was after
eleven, and I wanted to spend the last few hours alone with Donald, so we
got our coats on and left, leaving Ralph and Diane to do whatever they
wanted to do.

     Not wasting time, I was soon in bed and having Donald slide into me. I
lay completely still on my front with his full weight on me, holding his
erection tight within me, not wanting him to move and come too soon. I
wanted to hold him there for as long as possible, to remember it for later
nights when I would be alone in my bunk. I couldn't stop my inside muscles
from spasmodic contractions or of my squeezing the cheeks of my buttocks
together. Donald couldn't control himself under my manipulations and
eventually he groaned out that he had to finish it. So he rocked backwards
and forwards on me till I felt him swell up and come inside me. Then washed
and dried, we held each other under the covers and kissed till we fell
asleep.

     Breakfast was a quiet affair, silently dipping our small pieces of
toast into the runny yolk of our boiled eggs, which I still loved to do
since ever I could remember. He wouldn't let me do the washing up, but told
me to just get myself ready, so after getting dressed, we'd breakfasted in
our dressing gowns, I did my make-up while he got properly dressed.

                                                           *

     Promptly at ten, Eddie drew up outside in his car and turned it round
before getting out. Ralph came out of my house with two suitcases, of
which, one was mine that Diane had thoughtfully got from my room, it
already having been packed. With the cases in the car, Diane's included,
Eddie and Ralph just managed to squeeze the trunk in, and they were ready.

     I held tightly onto Donald as we fiercely kissed each other goodbye,
then I hurried down the path and straight into the car. Beatrice was waving
us off from my house, and Donald waving from his.

     `Don't forget to speak to the bishop,' I shouted out to him, leaning
my head out of the car window. He waved back, but I couldn't hear his
shouted reply.

     `What was that about,' Diane asked, after I drew my head back in and
wound up the window.

     `I've told Donald to ask the bishop to give him a holiday. Do you know
that he hasn't had one for eighteen years?'

     `Eighteen years! Well he should jolly well get one. Eighteen years is
too long without a break. Would you take time off to go with him?'

     `No, not really. I couldn't break up the act for just a holiday. I did
recommend one for him though.'

     `What was that?'

     `A long sea voyage. On the Indus.' Diane burst out laughing and leaned
forward and told Ralph. He too then started laughing.

     `You devious little thing,' she choked out through her laughter. We
all laughed for quite a part of our journey over that, and for the rest of
the way, the chatter was about the forth coming voyage.

     Soon we were at the docks and alongside our ship. I carried my
suitcase on while Diane had Ralph's as well as her own, leaving Ralph and
Eddie to take the trunk up to the dressing room. Then the two men joined us
down in our cabin.

     `Diane, go down with Ralph and sign on. Tell them I'll be down in a
moment,' I said, `I've got to pay Eddie for the ride.'

     `Okay,' said Diane, and left with Ralph. When the door closed, Eddie
sat down on the bunk and stretched out.

     `Don't be so presumptuous,' I said to him.

     `Sorry Miss Francis,' he said, sitting up quickly.

     `You shouldn't take things for granted,' I smiled, to take the edge
out of my voice, `but lay back. Been looking forward to this?' I asked as I
undid his flies and pulled out his throbbing cock.

     `All week Miss Francis,' he grinned. I smiled back at him and lowered
my head onto him. He was hot and ready and it didn't take long for him to
groan and spend himself into my mouth.

     `That was a lot of future Bullocks you had there,' I said, licking him
dry and then my own lips. He grinned back at me as he put himself away and
did up his buttons. I then got out my purse and paid him his fare, and he
went away a very happy man, and I went down to the saloon and signed on for
the voyage.

     Diane and Ralph had stayed down there because it was nearly the time
that dinner was served, so we had our meal before going back up to our
cabin. We had a few drinks and turned in early.

                                                           *

     The next day, the one before sailing, Diane and I sorted out the
wardrobe in the dressing room while Ralph managed to get permission, and an
electrician, to fit up some extra lights for the stage, and a control panel
put by the piano which he could operate from there. The dressing room was
finished off first, and then we helped Ralph by standing on the stage while
he operated the switches as an electrician fixed the lights where Ralph
wanted them put.

     When he was satisfied, everybody knocked off and we went down for
dinner. Ralph had some good news that concerned him, and that was that
Gary, had not signed for this voyage, so he would be having a new cabin
mate. This alone, was news enough for us to open a fresh bottle of gin and
have a pleasant evening.

     Sailing day arrived and after showering and getting dressed, we were
careful in doing our make-up before going down to have a quick breakfast
and then it was time to take up our station. I felt a bit like Noah,
watching the passengers come aboard, two by two, directing them to their
deck, or at the Purser's order of actually escorting higher
personages. Diane was first in line with me behind her, Ralph was already
out on an escort.

     `Diane! Would you please escort Lord and Lady Frenton to their cabin,
A14.'

     `Certainly sir,' she said, dropping a small curtsey to the passengers,
`If you would follow me please,' and off she went. Others came on and were
given into the hands of the bellboys.

     Then a swarthy man with another at his side, presented seven boarding
passes to the Purser, who snapped his fingers behind his back at me. Behind
these two men was another man, who somehow seemed to be distant from them,
yet part of them and the group of the four other men following him. The
Purser bowed to this man and got a short nod in return.

     `Francis, please escort His Highness and entourage to AI, 3 and 5.' I
dropped a curtsey to this man and on rising, saw a nice smile in his dark
face, his teeth nice and white as he gave me a deeper nod of his head than
that he gave to the Purser.

      `If your highness would please follow me,' I said, giving him an
equally nice smile back, turned, and made my way to the companionway to the
upper accommodation deck. My mind was racing ahead of myself, for the suite
I was taking him to was that of the Leopardi family. What was the
connection between them and this, obvious Arabian member of royalty. I
couldn't come up with an answer as I opened the door of the suite and with
the two men who were first up the gangway, swiftly went in quickly and
checked the suite and bedroom before the young man with the nice smile,
would pass through the door.

     I wasn't that thick to realise that these first four men were
bodyguards, maybe the other two were as well, but I assumed them to be
servants of some sort. I found out later that I was right in my
assumptions. Some of the suitcases and trunks were brought into the suite.

     `Please sit down Miss Francis,' the young man said. I was going to
object, telling him about the other two cabins, but I caught the stress on
the word Miss, so I sat. `With you being called Francis, would I be right
in assuming that your family name is Lyon?' I nodded, my hand straying up
to the two brooches above my left breast. `Ah yes, I recognise the Leopardi
sign, but the other,' he paused, `it is familiar and yet I cannot quite put
my finger on it.' He snapped his fingers and one of the servants rushed
over. The young man spoke a torrent of Arabic, pointing at my Chinese
brooch and the servant answered and went and started rummaging through a
briefcase.

     `Let me introduce myself, I am Prince Hassan al-Khoum of Kuwait. No,
please don't get up. In my rooms I prefer informality. Ah,' he turned and
took a proffered piece of paper and looked at it. `Of course,' he said,
handing it back, `the House of Chen. Foolish of me not to recognise it. How
is Lee Chen Francis?'

     `He was in good health when I saw him last,' I replied.

     `You must have rendered the old man a very valuable service to have
been honoured by being made a member of the family.'

     `It was of little consequence to me.'

     `Your modesty becomes you Francis. No matter, I'll be told soon
enough, there are not many secrets that I do not know. Now I mustn't detain
you any longer and though I very seldom mix with people, I will make a
point of seeing one of your shows.' I heard the dismissal in his voice and
rose up from the chair, I was just starting to curtsey when he took my
elbows and stopped me. `No Francis. Not when we are alone, please.' He
shifted his grip and took my hands and kissed each in turn. `In these rooms
we are equals Francis. Now goodbye and I hope we can talk again soon.'

                                                           *

     What a charmer, I thought as I made my way back to my station, and
what a lovely smile he had. When we are alone he'd said! There were four
other guys in the room. Did he call that alone? What was a crowd then? What
was his connection to Leopardi? He knew my name, but what else? If things
ever fell into a pattern with regard to that particular suite, this looked
like being part of one.

     Well time will tell I thought as I reached my station on the lower
deck. I might just have well stayed up there, because the oncoming
passengers had reduced itself to a trickle, so, a short time later, we gave
up and went below. I was getting blasé about departing and didn't even
bother about going out on deck to watch us leave the harbour, it was still
too cold, and I couldn't wait to get into the hot sun again.

     Down in the cabin with our feet up, I told them about having a prince
on board, Diane mentioned a Lord and Lady as well, so Ralph had better get
any announcements right. I said that I'd point them out at the cocktail
party that evening.

     I couldn't do that, because the Prince never showed up. Diane spotted
Lord Frenton and his wife and let Ralph see them so that he would recognise
them again. I had one surprise, good or bad, I couldn't work out. I bumped
into the Chief Officer and it wasn't Clement.

     `Oh, excuse me sir. I thought you were Chief Officer Fairweather,' I
said when he turned round to my tap on his arm.

     `No,' he laughed, `he's Captain Fairweather now, on the Campbell,' one
of the companies smaller ships. `My name is Paul Travers, and you are?' he
asked, holding out his hand.

     `Francis Lyon, entertainer, and as you can see, a hostess too,' I
answered, shaking his hand.

     `Oh good! I've heard that your shows go down very well, which
unfortunately, I will be missing because of my watch. I might be able to
sneak off for ten minutes one evening just for a quick look.'

     `I hope you can,' I said, leaving him because some passengers wanted
his attention. So Clement has got his ship. It might be a small one at the
moment, and I wondered how long it would be before he was back on the
Indus, one step away from the flagship. I also wondered what his wife was
like and if he'd made any mention of me at all in passing. Well good luck
to him. I also thought, or rather knew, that even if the Prince had turned
up, I wouldn't have got a look in. The Purser would have jumped in with
both feet at presenting him to the Captain.

     We'd just entered the Med. before he showed up. We came on stage to
begin our show, and I saw him there at one of the best tables flanked by
his four bodyguards. The audience was clapping and Ralph bowed while Diane
and I curtsied. I smiled at the Prince and he gave me a big smile back. I
put him to the back of my mind as we began, so that I could concentrate on
our numbers.

     Halfway through the show, we stopped for our twenty minute break, and
George came over to me with a message, and said that the Prince would like
me to sit at his table for a few minutes. I made my way across from the
dressing room door towards his table. One of the minders next to the Prince
got up to make way for me, and went and sat down in another chair.

     `Good evening Miss Francis,' he said, having stood up to greet me,
taking my hand and kissing it, `how delightful you sing, please, sit down.'
I smiled at the compliment as I sat down next to him. `A drink for Miss
Francis please and I'll have the same as last time, thank you,' he said to
George who'd been hovering around. `You truly have a lovely voice,' he
said, not letting go of my hand. A gin and tonic appeared before me and a
glass of either tonic or soda water for the Prince.

     `You don't drink?' I asked, taking a sip of mine.

     `Not in public,' he whispered in my ear, `it's against my religion.'
He then went on with social chit-chat for about ten minutes, then noticed
that I had started to cast glances at the dressing room.

     `Oh forgive me. I've been talking too much and you still have more of
the show to do.' He leaned in closer and whispered in my
ear. `Francis. Would you do me the honour of coming up to my suite after
the show? I can then have a drink and we could talk some more. Please say
you will,' he said, giving my hand a final little squeeze.

     `I'd be delighted to,' I said, little butterflies starting to spread
their wings in my stomach.

     `Thank you. Ali here will escort you. Till then,' he bent his head and
kissed my hand again as I left the table.

     Diane had noticed this last exchange from the partly open dressing
room door, and also from the look on my face.

     `You're going up to his cabin after the show, aren't you?' I nodded, a
silly grin on my face. `How do you get all the luck,' she said wistfully,
`I've never been made love to by a Prince, and here you've got this one
eating out of your hand already. It's not fair.'

     `Your Prince Charming will come one day,' I said gaily, getting ready
for the second half of the show.

     With the second half of the show finished, we were back in the
dressing room to take off our stage make-up. This is rather more of a
pancake type of face dressing to highlight your features over a greater
distance, whereas it doesn't look too good when seen close up. So with this
cleaned off, I made my face up again because I wanted to look good for the
Prince. Ralph and Diane had finished and went off, Diane giving me a wink
before she closed the door.

                                                           *

     I had changed all my clothing, giving my body a quick wipe down with
some wet towels before putting all clean clothing on, and now with my
make-up looking good, left the dressing room. Ali, the bodyguard was still
sitting at the table, the only person sitting in the lounge now, got up as
I approached him. I left the lounge with him behind me and we went up to
the suite where the Prince was. I stopped at the door and Ali gave a knock
and slowly opened the door to be faced by the other guard. They both then
stood aside to let me enter.

     `Welcome Francis,' the Prince called out as he emerged from the
bedroom wiping his hands on a towel. This he threw aside as he strode
forward and took my hands in his and led me to the settee. `I thoroughly
enjoyed the show tonight and I got the impression that you enjoy doing it
too.'

     `Yes I do, your High...'

     `Hassan! Please Francis. When we are alone, call me Hassan.'

     `Alone?' I said, glancing round at the bodyguards.

     `Yes. We are alone to all intents and purposes, ah, here is your
drink. Gin and tonic yes?' He asked, passing me a glass that had been
offered, and he took a glass himself.

     `Yes. Is that gin?'

     `No,' he smiled, `vodka and tonic. Less aroma than gin.'

     We spoke for a little while until our glasses were empty before he
made his move. His hand came up and stroked my hair before brushing it away
from my face so that the back of his hand could run down my cheek.

     `You are a very beautiful person Francis. You appear as a very
sensuous woman and I believe that many men would wish to hold you in their
arms, even I have that desire. Knowing what lies beneath does not affect my
desire, but increases it. People who do not know me, call me a playboy, but
my family know otherwise. I usually travel with a young man friend, but he
stupidly stepped off a pavement without first looking at the traffic whilst
in London. That was four weeks ago, and I have been bereft of company since
then.' His hand was still stroking my face, and now he moved up very close
to me.

     `Francis, may I kiss you?' he asked. I tried to look shy, but I don't
think I fooled him as I nodded. He was a very strong man, for he virtually
lifted me off the seat and transferred me to his lap. I could feel the
bulge of his biceps as he put his arm around my shoulder as he bent his
head and kissed me.

     And what a kiss! His mouth was soft and sweet, but his kiss was firm
and with purpose. The pressure was perfect to part the lips and allow his
tongue to slip between the teeth and seek out mine. I was melting in his
arms as he gently moved me and I could then feel his hardness beneath me. I
couldn't help but give my bum a wiggle to acknowledge what I could feel and
was not averse to feeling it a bit more. Our lips came unglued and we were
both left panting, his dark brown eyes boring into mine with lust and
passion, asking the unspoken question that I was becoming used to seeing in
another man's eyes. I nodded without speaking, our eyes not blinking as we
looked at each other.

     Without any apparent effort, he stood straight up from that sitting
position with me in his arms, and strode off into the bedroom, kicking the
door shut behind him. He laid me down on the bed and kissed my neck as his
hand ran up my stockinged leg and under my dress until he found my own
erection.

     `Your desire is a strong as mine, I think,' he said, gently moving his
hand on my small cock and fondling my balls, `or is it stronger?'

     To try to prove this, I slipped off the bed and onto my knees and
struggled with his belt and needed his help to get his trousers down. Then
his erection was out in plain view, big, but not oversized, solid as an
iron bar but not as thick as I first thought. His balls were big and heavy,
but these I was only feeling, because I already had him in my mouth,
sucking on the hot head of his cock. I held the base of it at his short
curly pubic hairs as with the other hand, I weighed and felt them as I
sucked on his tool.

     `I really do think you want it more than me,' he laughed as he picked
me up with ease and set me on my feet. He pulled off his shirt and kicked
his trousers aside and I could now see his true physique. His arms as I've
already said, had strong biceps coming from very broad shoulders. His chest
was deep and covered in curly black hair and a trim waist to solid
hips. His legs were like small tree trunks, thick and solid to the knees
and then strong swelling calves to his ankles. His erection was small as
compared to rest of the body, but still looked powerful enough to draw your
eyes towards it.

     I shrugged off my dress and stood in what little underwear I was
wearing in front of him, my erection very small by comparison.

     `Turn round,' he said, so I turned with my back towards him. `From
this position, you can't tell the difference. The hair is soft and,' his
hand ran down it, fingers parting the strands, `the neck is smooth and
perfectly shaped as is the back and shoulders.'

     His hands following his words, sending shivers down my spine as they
traced the contours of my body. `The waist is superb, slim and firm as are
the cheeks of this delightful sight before me.' His hands were now down
from my waist and stroking my bum in a very nice seductive manner. `The
thighs are smooth and tight right down to the trim ankles.' His hands going
down the outside of my legs and then coming up on the inside and a finger
finding its way in between my cheeks to caress the entrance to his goal.

     His hands came back up to my hips and he pulled me backward in short
steps, as he appeared to be moving backwards too. I felt his body shift and
guessed that he had sat down on the dressing table stool. The hands moved
lower and the fingers were to the front with his thumbs coming just at the
lower curve of my rear cheeks. Then by pushing his thumbs outwards, he
spread my cheeks as he suddenly pulled me down, and without any cream to
help, entered me as I was sat down on him. The entry was painful but the
heat that he gave to my insides soon nullified that as I expanded to
accommodate him. I went all loose limbed as I was impaled in his lap, my
legs wide on the outside of his thick thighs. He gave out a groan as I gave
out a cry when he was fully imbedded in me, my head drooping forward as I
gasped for breath. I had just had a fireball pushed into me, or so it
felt. The flesh was searing my inner walls as his member throbbed and beat
inside me and I loved it.

     It was only when he started moving me up and down on him, the muscle
of his shaft wearing away the walls of my canal, did I think that I was
being fucked by a Prince. He might be a Kuwaiti, but he was still of a
royal household. I was almost like a rag doll at first in his hands,
flopping here and there, but as he steadily moved me on him, I started to
respond and then I was lifting myself as much as he was.

     His hands came up under my arms for him to grip my shoulders from the
front as he held me down tight on him as I felt him come in big heaves
inside me. I couldn't even use my lower muscles because he held me so
tight, so I had to just leave it to him to empty himself. With a final
quiver of his legs and a last throb, he relaxed and let go of my shoulders
which allowed me my chance of milking him properly with my own
muscles. When I thought he was finished, I slowly stood up, feeling him
drag out until the head rasped me as it came free to still swing in its
half erect state.

     I quickly went into the bathroom and got some wet towels and he was
still there on the stool, leaning back, his elbows on the dressing table. I
washed him clean before doing it to myself, and then with him being clean,
I had no compunction about going back between his legs to suck on that half
limp sword of his.

      `The sword of Allah, I call it,' he said as if reading my mind, `and
I like the scabbard that it found.' He was smiling as I looked up at him,
mouthful of cock. `Enough for the moment,' he said, sitting up, his tool
being pulled from my mouth. `Let's rest on the bed for awhile, come my
flower,' and he pulled me up from my kneeling position and led me to the
bed. Here we lay down together and he kissed and caressed me, and I loved
the feel of his strong hands as they roved over my body.

     `How did you know about me Hassan?' I asked as I lay in his arms, `was
somebody talking out of turn?'

     `No my little flower, nobody had a bad word to say against you. In
fact your name was never mentioned, except that you were a singer on this
ship. I just put two and two together the last time I spoke to Carlo.'

     `You spoke to Carlo? When? Where?'

     `In London, a few days before we sailed. He spoke well of you when he
offered me his suite after we'd finished our business, why, are you stuck
on him?'

     `No, just curious that's all. I'm surprised at the variety of people
that he knows. A French Count, an English financial adviser, a Chinese
business man and now a real live Prince. Do you know,' I said, cuddling up
to him, `I've never had a Prince make love to me before.'

     `Well I'm glad to hear that. Who'll be next then, a king?'

     `Ooh, that's a nasty thing to say,' I said as I slapped him.

     `Hey,' he said, raising his hand and stopping me, `do you know that if
we weren't in bed together and you did that. You could be executed for
striking a member of the royal family. What do you think those two thugs
are out there for?'

     `They give me the shivers. Do you really need them?'

     `One never knows. We're really only out of the desert for two
generations and there are still a lot of tribal disagreements. We finished
up with the coastal strip of land and oil was found there. Now some of the
others that hadn't wanted this land, now think that they should have it. It
causes a few problems, but nothing that we can't handle.'

     `Hassan? I know you're a Prince and a Kuwaiti, but that's all I
know. What, or who are you really?'

     `Well,' he began, giving me a hug and placing my hand into his crotch,
`first I like what your hand is now doing, and I like doing it to others
too. They, the family, always steer me into positions where I'm seen with
women, and many different ones at that, and that's why I'm called a
playboy. But really I do like the playing with boys bit the best.'

     `That's not what I meant,' giving his balls a gentle squeeze.

     `Okay,' he laughed, `but be careful with the crown jewels down there,
though I don't think they'll do me much good in that respect. I might be a
prince, but I'll never be the Emir. He's my uncle and I'm the seventh son
of my father by his, what you would call, his number two wife.'

     `How many wives has your father?'

     `Four.'

     `Wow. But what do you do. I mean you must do something, apart from
play with boys and little girls like me,' I laughed.

     `Well, number one Prince is like the second in command as it
were. Number two is, well you know, it's the same as your government right
down to me and beyond. I deal with exports, like a Minister of Trade so to
speak, though we don't have much to export except oil and sand, but I can't
seem to find a market for the sand.' I gave him another slap for that last
remark.

     `So you were in London selling oil? Oh, that's funny,' and I started
to laugh and choke, `you and Carlo are both in the oil selling
business. His you eat, yours you burn.' He laughed too.

      `No. I was there because of our company, Kuoil. I've just bought six
tankers through Carlo's family, cheap too. We are soon to open a new field
and rather than give the profit to others in transporting it, we decided to
start our own fleet through Kuoil.'

     `How wonderful,' I said, my mind going berserk with what I'd just been
told, `and when is this likely to start?'

     `Oh not for a few months yet. I've only just bought the
things. They've got to be brought round to Kuwait first. Then when all is
set, we'll announce that we will not only be selling the oil, but
delivering it as well.'

     `Oh I'm so proud of you,' I said, struggling up and giving him a kiss.

     `That's not all. When the oil has been delivered, I'm not having them
come back empty. The tanks will be cleaned and then will fill up with fresh
water to bring back. This will be free, and then we'll pipe it out into the
desert and make our land a veritable Garden of Eden.'

     `Can I be Eve?' I asked, giving him a coy look,' if you'll be Adam?'

     `Hussy,' he said, `I should spank you!'

     `Promises, promises,' I taunted him.

     `We'll see about that,' he said, swinging and turning me round and
over across his lap. Then came a stinging slap on the cheeks of my bum. Not
one but several, and I found that I got a hard on and also that he had an
erection pressing up into my stomach from this little bit of
chastisement. He stopped when he realised what had happened to both of us,
and I was quick to take advantage of it. I spat on my hand and quickly
rubbed his tumescence with it as I mounted him. It wasn't as painful this
time as he slipped in easily and it was a lovely fuck we had this second
time.

                                                           *

     It was past three o'clock in the morning when I silently crept into
our cabin, Diane was asleep and I undressed quietly and with make-up off
and washed, I quickly swung myself up into my bunk and was soon asleep. Too
soon I was being shook awake.

     `Come on sleepy head if you want some breakfast,' said Diane, wearing
her robe for the showers. Grumbling, I got down and soon followed
her. After breakfast, she wanted to hear all the details of my time with
the Prince. She was disappointed when she learnt that he wasn't into
females, and I kept back the information I had learned about the
tankers. There was nothing I could do until the shares in Bethune had been
sold, so I had to make a plan, taking this into account.

     The weather in the Med. was still too cold for us to sun bathe, so it
wasn't until we left Suez and were in the Red Sea before we could do so. It
was lovely to bare our bodies and soak up the heat of the sun after that
coldness of England.

     The Prince came and watched another show we put on, and I again went
up to his suite after. This time we played on the bed, taking me in the
usual fashion from behind, giving me exactly what I wanted. My favourite
piece of flesh being put in my favourite place to give me the utmost
feeling of joy. I gave him some head the next time I got him to rise up,
savouring his taste which was much more spiced that what I've had before.

      I knew that he would be getting off at Aden to then proceed onward to
Kuwait, so I didn't expect to see him again. We had anchored off as usual
and passengers were making the short trip on the small ferry boats to land
them on the quay for them to go sightseeing. A misnomer really because
there aren't any sights for them to go and see. It's just a town on the
edge of a huge desert, and that's all there is to see. An Arab town with
English signs outside the shops and bazaars selling trinkets and souvenirs
of dubious origins.

                                                           *

     I was surprised to find a bell-boy at our cabin door saying that I was
required up at the Purser's office. A lead ball started to form in my
stomach but quickly dispersed when he added that the Prince was up there
too. I thanked the boy and gave myself a once over look in the mirror to
see that I looked okay before making my way up to the office.

     `Ah Francis,' the Purser said, after he'd been talking with the
Prince, flanked by his four men, `His Highness has requested that you
escort him ashore. He, ah, was very impressed by your singing in the shows
and wishes to show his appreciation by purchasing a gift for you and the
others. It's highly irregular of course, but we give our permission. But
make sure you're back before the last boat, which is at eleven, and we sail
at midnight.'

      `Thank you sir, I will be in plenty of time.' I turned from him and
gave the Prince a curtsey, who gave a small bow in return. The Prince
looked splendid, for he no longer wore western clothes, but the robes of a
sheikh, the flowing robes with a kaffiyeh, the head-dress of the
desert. His guards and servants too, were dressed in a similar fashion.

     With that, flanked by his guards, we descended the gangway and got
aboard a small launch. The Prince sat himself down and bade me to sit
beside him.

     `Francis,' he said in a low voice, `the thing about the gifts was a
ruse to get you ashore. You'll take some back with you, but that was not
the reason I wanted you to come. I pride myself on being able to read a
person's character and I truly believe I can trust you with a special
mission. Wait,' he held his hand to stop me speaking, `It's not drugs or
anything like that I am asking you carry for me. It is just some pieces of
paper in an envelope to a man in Bombay, which is your next port of call
from here. You will be doing him and me a great service if you will do it.'

     `Of course I will Hassan,' I said, touching his arm, `and you can
trust me, as Lee Chen knows.'

     `I know. I sent a cable and the answer was given to me as soon as the
first boat came alongside the ship.' He then told me the name and address
of the man in Bombay.

     `Why didn't you give it to me on board?' I asked.

     `Because it is at the Post Office in Aden, waiting for me to collect
it. Simple. We'll collect that first and then buy a few things and you can
then return to the ship, with my most grateful thanks for making this a
very pleasant trip for me.' He kissed my hand and gave me a wink as the
launch pulled up to some wet steps at the quay.

     Two cars were waiting at the top of the steps and we got in and were
soon off into the town. We passed many of the shops and stalls, which were
being pored over by passengers from the ship, trying to find a bargain to
take home. The Post Office was near the far end of the small town and we
were soon inside where Hassan spoke to an official who handed him an
envelope. This was then passed to me and I put it into my bag as we went
back out into the sunshine.

                                                           *

     Two of the guards were in front of me as I lifted my hand up to shield
my eyes from the sun with Hassan behind me and Ali and the other guard
behind him. The first two shots hit the men in front of me, spinning them
to one side, letting me see a man near the cars pointing a gun now in my
direction.

     The flashing thought I had was that they had found me from Hong Kong,
and were now about to kill me. I stepped back to try and avoid the next
bullet and I caught my heel on the flowing robe of Hassan. I wrenched my
other foot back and heavily fell back into Hassan, knocking us both over as
the gunman fired another two shots. I felt two distinct pains in the arm
that I had held up against the sun's glare. I screamed out at the burning
pain in my arm as I fell in a heap on top of Hassan. Another two shots rang
out and as I was falling, I saw the gunman flung back to smash against a
car.

     Other people were screaming as well as myself as I held my arm tight
to my chest, blood welling out through my fingers, and the pain was
horrible. People were running everywhere in panic as I was lifted off the
Prince who was helped up by Ali, and we were hustled to one of the cars and
bundled inside. Hassan was in first and I was pushed unceremoniously in on
top of him. The driver gunned the car and it shot forward with Ali standing
on the running board waving his gun to clear the way ahead. Hassan held me
in his arms, blood splattered as I was, but it was my blood, not his. He
rocked me as he spoke soft words of comfort in Arabic that I didn't
understand, but I understood his actions as he brushed my forehead as he
cuddled me tight to himself. My arm was throbbing worse than a toothache
and I squeezed my arm as much as I could to ease the pain and nearly
fainted seeing the blood still seeping round my hand.

     The car came to a screeching halt, and many hands lifted me out of the
car and carried me into a building and I was laid on a table, and then I
could see that it was either a hospital or a doctor's surgery. Many people
were moving about me and my hand was prised off my arm and an injection was
given me.

     `Hassan,' I croaked out, and I felt his hand take mine before I saw
his face swim into view, `don't let them take my dress off please. Make
them leave it on.'

     `I will. Don't worry now, they are going to fix your arm.' I heard his
voice shouting out in Arabic and then I drifted off into blackness.

                                                           *

     My teeth were rattling and I tried to close my mouth to stop them
chattering, but I couldn't, because it was a glass being pushed between my
lips and water was in my mouth. I coughed and then swallowed some as I
tried to sit up, but a hand on my shoulder pushed me back down. Things were
hazy and blurred and only started to clear when I shook my head. The first
thing I focused on was the face of Hassan anxiously looking at me.

     `Praise be to Allah. I didn't think you were going to come round
Francis. You had me very worried, but you are going to be alright now.' He
helped me sit up and I then saw my blood soaked dress and started to
cry. He obviously thought it was because of my arm and assured me that
nothing was broken and that it would soon heal. My arm was throbbing and I
looked and saw the white bandages very white against my sun tanned arm.

     `Where's my bag?' I asked anxiously, thinking of the envelope.

     `Here,' said Hassan, giving it to me and I could see that the front of
his robe was covered in blood.

     `You've been hurt,' I cried out, clutching at his arm.

     `No my flower. Thanks to you I am okay. That was a very brave thing
you did, throwing yourself in front of me as the man fired his gun. You
took the bullets that were meant for me and for that I am forever in your
debt.' He bent his head and kissed me.

     `But...but...,' he stopped me from saying that I was only trying to
protect myself, then I wondered what the time was. `My ship! What time is
it? I must get back to the ship.'

     `Don't worry my little flower,' Hassan said, stroking my hair, `it's
still in the afternoon. We'll get you back to ship in plenty of time before
it sails.' He spat out a torrent of his own language and he had people
scurrying about to follow his orders.

     `Are you feeling better? Can you get up now?' he asked, `because I can
have a stretcher brought in to take you to the ship.'

     `No. No stretcher. I'd rather walk thank you,' and I made to get up
and he helped me off the table. The room had been cleared except for one
coated man who stood by anxiously.

     `Is this the doctor,' I asked, when I was standing upright, holding
tight to Hassan as I waited for the giddy feeling to pass.

     `Yes,' he replied, taking the bandage sling that the man offered and
helped put it round my neck and gently lift my arm into it.

     `Would you please thank him for me.'

     Hassan smiled at me and spoke to the man in Arabic and the man replied
and bowed first to Hassan and then to me. I was a bit wobbly on my feet at
first, but I offered the doctor my hand and he shook it. We went out and
into another room where I was given a glass of tea that went down a treat.

     Feeling much better, I asked if I could be taken back to the ship, to
which Hassan agreed. There was a large crowd outside to hustle us into a
car, and with police outriders, we were driven to the dockside.

     `You saved my life,' Hassan said in the car, brushing aside my
excuses, `and my family and I will be forever grateful. I do not have a
gift here worthy enough to give you, but I will see that a suitable reward
will be given to you as soon as I can arrange it from home. Now here we
are. Are you sure you are all right?'

     `Yes thank you Hassan. I just want to get aboard and get to bed. Thank
you for not letting them take my dress off, and I'm very grateful for
that.' He gingerly took me into his arms and putting his lips to mine,
kissed me tenderly but with passion.

     `May Allah bless and keep you safe,' he said as I got out of the car,
surrounded by police and helped down the steps and into the launch. I gave
a wave back towards the car, but the doors and windows were kept shut.

                                                           *

     News must have been carried to the ship because there was quite a
crowd of people waiting at the entry port as I was escorted and helped up
the gangway. From the Captain down, officers and passengers crowded round
me as I boarded and it was a complete babble of noise.

     I must have looked a right sight getting aboard. My dress torn and
covered in blood. My arm in a sling and my face with blood on it as well
and my hair was a frightful sight as I saw later. Many photos were taken of
me by not only the ship's photographer, but also by many passengers who
were there waiting for me.

     I was hustled away from everybody and into the Purser's office where
the Captain and the ship's doctor as well as the Purser confronted me. The
Captain first congratulated me on saving the life of the Prince and then
wanted to know what I was doing ashore. Here the Purser explained how I
came to be ashore, and the doctor couldn't wait to get his hands on me for
a check up. I begged them to let me go down to my cabin and have a shower
and get out of my bloodstained dress. I got my way with the promise that
when I was cleaned up, I would report to the doctor to have my arm
checked. This I gave and was thankful to escape their attention. I still
had an escort down to my cabin and was only left alone at the door as I
went in.

     `Oh my God,' said Diane, her face showing her anguish at the picture I
presented. I almost fell into her arms after the past thirty minutes or so
up top, `look at the state of you, you poor thing.' She sat me down and
gave me the medicine I really needed, and that was a large gin and
tonic. She fussed round me like a mother hen.

     `The news is all over the ship how you threw yourself in front of the
Prince to take the assassins bullets. You stupid silly soddin' cow. You
could've been killed! How could you have done such a stupid fucking thing?'

     I started to laugh, and found that it was the best medicine I could
have been given. I laughed until I cried, and then finished up sobbing with
Diane down on her knees cuddling me.

     `Let's get you out of these clothes,' she said, once I had calmed
down, and she made me stand up, and taking care with my arm, stripped off
my bloody clothes and threw them to one side. Then with my robe on, she
took me up to the showers and she tenderly and with care, washed me from
top to toe. Then she washed my hair, which also had clotted blood in the
strands.

     When washed and clean, keeping clear of my arm, she dried me, taking,
I thought, a bit too long over my private parts.

     Back in the cabin, she dressed me, and gave me a hard on as she fixed
the stockings to the belt, which we laughed at as she gave it a gentle
slap. Then when dressed, did my face for me as there was no way I could
have done it myself, nor, I realised then, could I masturbate myself
properly with my left hand.

     Showered and clean, hair done and looking more like my usual self, and
my arm in a sling, went up to see the doctor, accompanied by Diane. She
insisted on coming, as she didn't want him examining me too far. She would
vouch that all what was beneath the dress was in working order and didn't
need his attention.

     The doctor, I think, was most disappointed when I refused to strip
down for a complete examination. He tried to insist, but Diane was adamant
that there wasn't anything wrong that couldn't be seen without
disrobing. Somewhat disgruntled, he changed the bandages, making me wince
as he pulled off the dressings.

     `Good job,' he said as he inspected my arm, `you were very lucky young
lady. Two bullets I believe, looking at this. Hmm, the doctor was very
good. One caught your under forearm, just skinning it, and the other went
right through the fleshy part of the upper arm without hitting the
bone. Yes, one lucky little lady,' he said, putting fresh bandages with
antiseptic on my arm, making me wince as he made sure it was on tight
enough. `Keep it in a sling for a few more days. If you feel any discomfort
at all, don't hesitate to come up and see me. We'll change the dressings
every day till I say otherwise, okay?' I agreed, and Diane and I went down
below and there, she plied me with gin till I told her all of what
happened. I left out the envelope part of it. I was very tired and she let
me use her bunk because I couldn't swing up to mine, and she sat down by me
till I fell asleep.

                                                           *

     I must have made some noises during the night, because when I woke up
with my arm throbbing like blazes, Diane was already there with some
painkillers that the doctor had prescribed for me and a glass of water to
wash them down with. She sat there again till I went back off to sleep, and
she was still there when I did eventually wake up in the morning. She said
that she had got enough sleep and hoped that I had enough too. Ralph looked
in and Diane asked if he could arrange to have breakfast for the both of us
to be brought up to the cabin. This cannot be normally done, but it seemed
I was to be given whatever I asked for, within reason of course.

     Diane must have been aware what was going on, because she insisted
that I stayed in bed and washed my face and put some make-up on me. We had
a constant stream of visitors during the day, the doctor and the Purser
being the main ones. But when they said that I should miss the next few
shows, that was where I put my foot down. I accepted the argument about the
dancing, but insisted that I was still capable of singing, and got my way.

     We had sailed at midnight as per the ship's schedule, so this would be
our first night out from Aden and I'd had over twenty four hours rest, and
was now ready to get up and do something. Diane helped me get dressed and
she saw to my make-up, and with a stiff drink inside me, we went up to do
the show.

     Like everywhere else in the world, news travels fast, and so it had
got round that I would be doing the show, the lounge was packed with
passengers as well as a few officers. We managed to slip into the dressing
room unseen, and George had thoughtfully, put a few drinks in there for
us. We had talked it over just before we had come up as to what should be
the opening number. Ralph and Diane had both insisted that it be my solo
under a single spotlight. With my arm in a sling with just that one light
would have them all in tears with the song we had chosen.

                                                           *

     It was magnificent to walk onto the darkened stage and stand there
until the spotlight hit me, and then hear that wonderful applause that was
for me alone. I smiled and did a curtsey and then with Ralph at the piano,
I sang No Regrets, in French, the song made famous by the little sparrow,
Edith Piaf. It brought the house down, and I glowed and basked in the glory
as they cheered and clapped me off the stage.

     I was glad when the break came round and I could sit down, drinks were
coming in by the bucket load, so we had to tell George to start bottling
them, as there was no way we could drink them all. A stool was found and
put on the stage for me to finish the show sitting down, and that was the
only way I could have finished it. I was in pain by the time we reached the
finale, and then, refusing any more drinks, took some pain killers and went
down below to bed.

     I was progressively getting better with every passing day, and felt
fine by the time we got to Bombay. With my arm still in a sling, I declined
to go ashore with Diane and Ralph, and had waited till they had gone ashore
before I left the ship. I got a cab and gave the driver the address and got
a whistle for an answer as he drove off and out of the city. I didn't want
to question the driver because I didn't know where the address was and he
could be taking me anywhere but the right place, and it started to make me
feel a bit uneasy. Before I could start to think of problems I might be
walking into, the car turned into a large driveway and up to an imposing
house.

     `Please wait,' I said to the driver, `I'm not sure if I'm at the right
place.' He agreed to wait, and I went up the steps and the door was opened
before I reached it.

     `Miss Francis?' a white coated Indian man asked me.

     `Yes. Am I at the right place?'

     `Yes, you've been expected. Would you please come in.'

     `The taxi...'

     `That will be taken care of. Please, come in.' I went in and was shown
into a study where an elderly man stood up and came forward to meet me.

     `Miss Francis! How pleased I am to see you. My name is Singh. Ranjee
Singh. My friend Prince Hassan told me that you would be coming to see
me. Please, how is your arm?'

     `Much better thank you,' I said, using my left hand to shake his, it
caused a small laugh because he had offered his right.

     `Please to take some tea?' I nodded and he clapped his hands and asked
me to sit down and tell him what had happened in Aden. Tea was served while
I told him, and he objected to my modesty, saying that the story I told him
didn't sound at all as he had heard it. I was the heroine, throwing herself
in front of the Prince etc.

     Basking in his admiration, I passed over the envelope and asked him if
he were free to tell me what it contained. It was still sealed, which he
had observed, and broke it, and opened the envelope. He shook out several
papers and held them in his hand.

     `Why not? If the Prince trusted you enough for you to carry it, I see
no harm in telling what it was you were carrying. If you had absconded with
these, you could have been richer by half a million pounds. They are bearer
bonds to that value. It is a donation to our political party that hopes to
win the next election.' He went on to explain what his party would do if it
got the vote and became the government of India. It was long winded and it
bored me nearly to tears. I was glad when he came to the end of his party
political speech, and it was time for me to make my excuses to leave. A car
was ordered, and thanking him for the tea, and the speech, he in turn
thanked me for my delivery of the envelope. He instructed the driver to
take me wherever I wanted to go and then deliver me safely to my ship.

     I made the poor driver take me to the Ensign Club and wait while I had
a large gin and tonic before taking me back to the ship. When I gained the
entry port, I was told that there were two cables for me in the Purser's
office. As these are sealed up in the wireless room, I would not give them
the satisfaction of their curiosity as to what they contained by not
opening them there and then.

     I must say that all officers and crew that met me in all parts of the
ship asked me how I was getting on, and if I was feeling any better. It was
nice to have strangers ask this and acknowledge their concern by answering
that I felt fine, and thanking them for their concern.

     Down below in my cabin, Diane hadn't returned as yet, so I poured
myself a drink and sat down on her, dash, my bunk, and opened the first
cablegram. It read, "Frantic for news stop reports you shot stop beg news
stop love Donald." I smiled at that. I then opened the second cable, which
read as follows, "All sold stop. Return was eighty one cubed pounds
stop. Congratulations love Donald." This was obviously sent first, and I
smiled again and gave the cable a kiss.

     Then I had to work out what he had said. The Bethune shares had must
have reached close to the two pound mark for them to sell as I had
instructed, so I searched around to get a pen and work out what he meant by
eighty one cubed pound. The pound obviously was our English money, but what
did the numbers mean? I then twigged and wrote down eighty one times eighty
one, and then multiplied that again by eighty one.

                                                           *

     I swiftly poured and drank another gin and tonic when I saw the
answer. Eighty one multiplied three times in terms of English pounds came
to a total of £531,441 sterling! I just couldn't take it in. I sat there
looking at my figures and just could not believe it! The original cost of
those shares had been £21,000, so even if the costs to the brokers and
all concerned came to £10,000 would mean that I made half a million
pounds on the deal, and all thanks to Lee Chen. Bless him.

     I had to have another drink to settle down those wonderful
butterflies, and then I composed a telegram to send back to Donald. I went
back up to the Purser's office and asked if the ship's agent could send the
cable to England. I was told that as soon as we were at sea, I could get it
sent from the ship's own wireless office.

     So I went up to the wireless office and the young operator told that I
could send as many as I wanted to anywhere in the world, when we were at
sea. I asked him lots of questions about this, and found that it had to be
in clear English, I couldn't use blocks of numbers. So the other telegram I
wanted to send about KuOil would have to be cryptic in its contents. I gave
him the one I had already written out for sending as soon as we sailed, and
would have to think about the other one. This one simply said, "All's well
stop Superficial only so don't worry stop Will send letter from Fremantle
love Francis"

     On the way down, I stopped off at the lounge bar and inveigled the
barman to sell me a bottle of gin and some tonics, which I then took down
to the cabin. I poured myself out a drink and before I could get started on
the other telegram to send to Donald, Diane and Ralph came in from their
trip ashore. I let them tell me all about the day they'd had while I poured
them out a drink, but I kept my news back for the moment as I wanted to
tell them at dinner.

     We all showered and changed, Diane doing my face for me. I still
couldn't really get my arm up steady enough, though the doctor said it was
coming on fine. Then we went down to dinner in the saloon, having ours
before it was time for the passengers to eat. I also bought the most
expensive wine the ship had and we had that with our meal. They were
impressed when they found out how much it cost and somewhat surprised for
me to lash out like that.

     `What's the occasion Francis? Or can't I ask?' Ralph asked after we'd
toasted each other with our full glasses. I passed over Donald's telegram
about the sale of the shares, and they both look puzzled.

     `I don't understand it,' Diane admitted, `what does it mean?'

     For Ralph's benefit and to further enlighten Diane told them some of
the details. `I was left some shares by my parents which I sold, and on a
tip from Hong Kong, invested the money in a new company. Those have just
been sold, and I've made a bit of money out of the deal.'

     `I've got that,' Diane said, looking down at the piece of paper, `all
sold. But eighty one cubed pounds?'

     `It's eighty one pounds multiplied by eighty one and multiplied again
by eighty one,' I said, smugly.

     `Well how much does that make it?' Ralph asked. I then passed across
what I had worked it out to be. He took it and then choked on his wine,
sending half a mouthful out across the table. While he was coughing, Diane
took the paper from his hand and looked at it, and her face turned quite
white.

     `Half a million pounds?' she whispered in awe. I nodded and sat back
and watched the expressions of disbelief and incredibility pass across
their faces.

     `Bloody hell,' was all Ralph could say when he got his breath back,
taking a fresh mouthful of his wine.

     `Oh Francis, I'm so pleased for you,' Diane said, her hand covering
mine across the table, her eyes shining with tears.

     `So I thought we ought to celebrate a bit tonight as we haven't got a
show,' I said, waving my hand at the wine bottle.

     `I'm all for that,' Ralph said, topping up our glasses. `To Francis,
long may she reign as Queen of the Seas.' Diane and I laughed at this, but
drank to the toast all the same.

     We couldn't stay at the table long, for it was getting close to the
time that the passengers would be dining, and the steward was waiting for
us to leave so that he could get his table ready for them. Ralph left us at
his cabin, saying he would be along in a moment. We went into ours and
hadn't even got round to pouring out a drink before he came in with another
bottle.

     We sat around and they tried to spend my money in many ways, and as
the glasses went on, so did the schemes, getting wilder and more fantastic
until we were rocking with laughter.

     `Let's play Monopoly with Francis's money?'  Diane said.

     `Too long, and I don't want to lose it on the throw of a dice,' I
said.

     `Let's play strip rummy then,' Ralph said, eyes bright with
drink. Diane and I looked at each other, both remembering the final outcome
of this game.

     `I will if you will,' said Diane. I nodded, a small glow beginning to
rise inside me.

     `The bandages on my arm are not to be counted,' I said, and this was
agreed upon. So both mattresses were pulled to the floor and when we all
had the same amount of clothes on, we began playing. It was really a sex
orgy for the three of us, even to the point where Diane sat on Ralph's face
to be licked out while I sucked on his erection. The outcome was the same
where I was the meat in the sandwich again, and it was nice to have his
cock deep inside, fucking me whilst I fucked Diane. We all came as an end
result, and then after a wash, lay down on the mattresses and just played
with each other's naked bodies.

     When we were aroused again, Ralph entered into Diane from behind,
doggy fashion, so that she could lean forward to take me in her mouth, I
then could play with Ralph's balls as he shafted away at Diane. I came
first, Diane taking it all in as Ralph strained, and emptied himself into
her. I then sucked on his cock to clean him before going down on Diane to
lick and suck upon her, getting the best from both of them.

     We slept there on the floor that night, waking up in the morning to a
tangle of limbs, my arm hurting from where I had lain upon it. Heads
throbbing and Ralph complaining of a sore penis, we had to have a livener
before we were fit to move about properly.

                                                           *

                                            To be continued.