Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2012 18:21:11 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis. Part Nine.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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     Part Nine

     Ralph was sitting in the chair and Diane was on the bunk. Both had a
drink in their hand and their jaws literally dropped as I stood there in
the doorway.

     `My God!' breathed Diane.

     `Wow! And bloody wow again,' said Ralph.

     I indicated where the things were to be put by the poor man that had
struggled all through the ship with them. This he gratefully did, and with
much bowing, backed out of the door and ran off. I shut the door and leaned
back against it.

     `Anybody going to offer me a drink after my long ordeal?' I said with
a huge smile on my face. Ralph nearly fell off his chair to comply with my
request.

     `I...I don't know what to say,' Diane stammered, `you go away one day,
and come back looking like, like, well, a million fucking dollars,' she
laughed as she got up and gave me a hug. `And look at this dress! It's pure
bloody silk!'

     `I must say that I agree with Diane. You do look like a million
dollars,' Ralph said, handing me a large gin and tonic.

     `Sit, sit, sit,' Diane spat out like bullets, `and tell us all about
it. I must say that the police don't seem to have given you the third
degree. Or if they did, I want some of the same.' We all laughed at this as
I went and sat down next to Diane on the bunk.

     `Well,' I started. `You are not going to believe what's happened to me
since yesterday morning.'

     I gave them all the gory details, even to my night time fling with
Lik. I didn't think Ralph would mind hearing about that. In fact, I watched
him surreptitiously as I related the last night's events, and saw that he
had got a hard on while I was telling the story. That I noted for future
reference.

     `So you weren't in police custody after all, and there's us worrying
ourselves silly, thinking of you in a bloody cell all night. But no, you're
having it off in a millionaire's bloody mansion. Oh, I could bloody well
kill you myself for putting us through all this,' Diane raged.

     `If you did, you wouldn't get the Christmas present I bought you,' I
said in a sing song voice, but with laughter behind it.

     `Who but you could land yourself in so much shit as murder, and come
smelling of roses as queen of the dung heap?'

     `Oh no more of the queen crap. First I'm the Queen of the Seas, then
it's Queen of the House of Leopardi. Then Queen of the House of Chen, and
now you want to make me Queen of the Dung Heap. Leave it out will you,' I
begged.

     `You forgot about being Lady of the Manor,' Diane said. That made us
all laugh and we had another drink.

     `We shouldn't really have any more after this,' Ralph said. `We've
still got a show to do tonight.' He looked at me speculatively. He'd been
leaning back in the chair, and then suddenly slammed it down onto its
proper four legs. `How's about this for a show? Let's scrap the schedule
for tonight and try this angle?'

     It was good. All the songs that he came up with, I knew the words
to. Then he said that he would go talk to a few Australians on board for
some of the favourite songs that they used to hear from Tokyo Rose during
the war. So he dashed off, leaving Diane and me alone together.

     `Was it really bad Francis?' she asked, taking my hand.

     `I was terrified. Terrified when they shot that man. Terrified that
they would soon be chasing me. Terrified to walk down the gangway to the
car, expecting to be shot with every step. I was creaming my knickers, only
I wasn't wearing any at the time,' and we laughed. `Then to have it all
turned round to a Cinderella dream. It was wonderful!'

     `What's wonderful is you,' Diane said. `You look absolutely stunning
in that dress, and that make-up? It's bloody fantastic. Wait till them
drongo's up there see you tonight, they'll all want to eat you. Like I
could do now myself, `and she gave me a kiss. `I was really worried about
you all night, so I'm really happy that it came out all right. Now what's
all this you've brought back with you?' Indicating my bags

     `Well I know some of it. These you can't look at. That's what I bought
today for Christmas,' I said, putting that to one side. `This bag,' I said
looking inside, `was what I was wearing yesterday. This I was also given,'
and I held up the red cheongsam and Diane almost went green with envy. `And
this,' holding up the dressing gown. Diane was now drooling.

     `They've all got this embroidered emblem on them. What is it? A lucky
Chinese proverb, like what you get out of the cookies?'

     `Better than that. It's a gateway to heaven. It's the symbol of the
House of Chen, see, I've got it on my dress here, and a brooch on this
one.'

     `So? What does it mean?'

     `It's, oh, how do I put it. It means that if I were to walk in a
restaurant, like we did in Sydney, and they all fall over themselves, as
they did and it's because of the brooch I'm wearing. This is the same! I'm
not really explaining it right. Look! This symbol means I am a member of
the family of Chen. When recognised, I am to be given whatever I want
without question, whatever the cost. To refuse me would be to insult the
House of Chen, and that could lead to massive repercussions. The same goes
for the leopard brooch.'

     `Christ!' was all Diane could say to that.

     I wondered if she had picked up on the downward side of it. I might be
favoured by being a member of a family, but I could also be a target for a
member of an opposing family. These thoughts I thrust to the back of my
mind, and was saved from further speculation by the return of Ralph, fairly
bubbling. Then he saw the red cheongsam.

     `That's the theme! Torch night! I'll see if they'll agree to it. Wear
the red one. Don't let anyone see what you're wearing when you go up
top. Wear a cloak or something, and don't stop at the bar. See you later in
the dressing room.' He was then off again.

     Diane had agreed, though she didn't like to, but, milk what you can
from an audience when you've got the chance. It meant her playing second
fiddle to me, but for the sake of the impact our show would have, she
agreed. All my songs would be solo, with Ralph and Diane doing duets in
between. It was a heady night for me, which began after Ralph made an
introductory speech to open the show. He had got permission to have actual
live flaming torches set up on the stage to highlight my performance. Fire
extinguishers had to be kept handy with crew ready to use them if needed.

                                                           *

      `Ladies and gentlemen,' he opened to a fairly packed lounge, `as you
know, our Francis was incarcerated overnight in police custody as being a
witness to a crime ashore. But the crime was theirs, against us, by
depriving us, you and me, from hearing that lovely voice from this stage. I
can't say how much it means to me to have her back once again. But I must
warn you! They have done things to her that I can only let you see for
yourselves. They have changed her! For the better? I'll let you decide, so
please let's give a big welcome return to our own Queen of the Seas, Miss
Francis Lyon!'

     Ralph had done an excellent preparation for this in such a short time,
because all the lights, even those of the bar, went out for ten seconds,
and then the spot light came onto me in the centre of the stage in my red
dress and Eurasian make-up.

     The place erupted in clapping, cheers and many shouts of
welcome. Other lights then came on, like the bar for instance. You couldn't
deprive an Australian from seeing what he was drinking, even if he didn't
know what it was, he still liked to see it.

     They were all torch songs that I sang that night, slinking across the
stage in sometimes very suggestive ways. Ralph and Diane sang between my
numbers, but it was my night and they loved it. All the songs that they
used to hear in the trenches when fighting the Japanese, but being sung
without the accent and with a lot more seduction in the voice.

     That night was talked about for many years to come. Those that had
seen my show, bored others who then wished they'd been there
too. Unfortunately for me, it gave me another title that is passed down in
Australian history of my being also called the Siren of the Seas.

     But it was the highlight of the cruise and it was still two days to
Christmas. We came off the stage finally, after many calls for encores, and
slumped, exhausted but exhilarated, in our chairs in the dressing
room. Drinks came in by the bucket full, George beaming every time he came
in with another tray. We had to tell him to start stacking them as we had
enough to sink the ship as it was.

     Ralph was in seventh heaven for having been able to put such a show
together at such short notice, and couldn't stop babbling about it as we
drank some of our drinks. Diane was not as happy, but she put on a brave
face as Ralph kept on talking.

     `I've got a thumping headache now after all that fun,' Diane said,
getting up. `I'm going below. Don't be too late,' she said to me.

     `No. I'll just finish these two and be down shortly,' I said. Diane
then left the dressing room to Ralph and me. I was sitting in my chair with
one foot up on another, having quite a lot of leg being exposed in this
fashion because of the slit down the side of the dress. He took a big gulp
of his drink, and before I knew it, he was holding me in his arms, kissing
me with a passion I didn't know he possessed. His hand was high up my dress
and on my leg as he kissed me. He pulled me up and my dress at the same
time, never stopping the kisses, and I struggled to get out of my thong. I
wanted him as much as he wanted me, and as the thong fell down my legs he
turned me round and splashed cream everywhere in his feverish haste and
then he was ramming himself into me. No finesse, straight at it like a bull
in a china shop.

     I made no attempt to try and stop him. I wanted it too as I was so
keyed up by the night's performance. I would have taken anybody at that
point, but it was Ralph who was there. His thighs bouncing against mine as
he strove to drive himself deeper into me. His cock was hard and strong,
and I loved the harsh way he was taking me. The savage thrusts, bruising me
inside, making me feel that I was being well and truly fucked. He came with
a savage splendour, the guttural cries of a triumphant male over his victim
as he came, filling me with his seed.

     He panted over me as he came to a slow stop, his cock still throbbing
inside me, and then he slowly pulled out and let go of me. I straightened
up and pulled down my dress and picked up my thong and put it in my
bag. When I turned round, he was still standing there with his half erect
cock still sticking out of his trousers, a bemused smile on his face.

     `Next time, ask,' I said in a low voice, and then clocked him one
straight on the chin. He went arse over tit and landed flat on his back. `A
lady likes to be asked first. Next time, do that and it might not end up
like this.' I finished my drink and left him there on the floor of the
dressing room.

                                                           *

     The whole episode had taken less than ten minutes, so I wasn't that
far behind Diane when I got to the cabin. She had undressed, and had just
finished taking off her make-up when I entered. As I undressed, she washed
her face and got into her bunk while I hung up my clothes, giving the silk
another smooth down with my hand. I then sat down to take off my make-up,
not really wanting to because it looked so good, but I couldn't go to bed
with it on.

     `I'm sorry about tonight,' I said to Diane, as I sat at the mirror,
`it wasn't my idea to do all the solos. I'm going to tell Ralph that I
won't do any tomorrow night. We'll switch round and I'll only do the duets
with him.'

     `He won't like that, disrupting the program.'

     `Tough. He'll do as he's told and bugger the program. He managed to
switch it all round for tonight, so why not again for tomorrow?' I'd
finished at the mirror, disappointed at losing that Eurasian girl, and then
washed my face.

     `What's in the box we've been tripping over?' she asked. I'd forgotten
about that. It wasn't large, but it was in the way in our confined space.

     `I don't know,' I replied.

     `Well let's have a look,' she said, sitting up in bed. I pulled it
over and sat down on the edge of her bunk and opened it. There was a lot of
packing inside, but I felt something, and pulled it out and unwrapped
it. It was a cup. The same or one very similar to the one I had drunk tea
out of with Lee Chen.

     `It's beautiful,' Diane said, taking it out of my hand, `so light and
delicate, and look at how thin it is. I can almost see my hand through
it. How many more are there?' she asked excitedly. We emptied the box,
being very careful and found that it was a set of four cups and saucers and
small plates as well. It also included the teapot to go with it.

     `This must have cost a pretty penny,' Diane remarked, holding up a
plate to the light. `What was in the package you saved and gave him?'

     `I don't know, but it must have been worth a lot of money for me to
get what I did. It got a man killed, so it must have been something of
great value.' This question had also been puzzling me, and I could only
come up with one answer that seemed to fit the bill.

     Considering the size of the package and weight, I had concluded that
they were engraved plates. Engraved plates that would be used on a printing
press to make counterfeit money. It was the only solution that made sense
to me. Not knowing how thick a plate would be, and only guessing, judging
by the thickness of the package, there had been five or maybe six of them
inside the wrapping. With the right paper, they would be able to print
millions of whatever currency the plates had been designed for. That would
also explain the opulence of Lee Chen's home and the gratitude of getting
them back.

     `We'll never know,' I sighed, starting to rewrap the china back up and
carefully replacing it back into the box. I'm glad I was careful, because
it wasn't for some time before I found out just how valuable that set was.

     `Now no more sulks,' I said, giving her a kiss as she lay back
down. `You do the solos tomorrow, and it's back to normal.'

     `Thanks Francis,' she smiled, and I put out the overhead light and
swung up to my bunk.

     I lay there for awhile thinking that I was glad that Ralph had come
round to wanting me, but not the way he had done so. Still, it was
something to attract him when there was still Diane as opposition as it
were. I liked his circumcised cock too. It will be different next time, of
that I was certain. He was no different from any other man, and my honey
pot was just as sweet as a female's. So I knew that he would do as he was
told in future.

     Then I got to thinking of what Lee Chen said about this company in the
New Year. I believed in what he had said, but now I had to convince Donald
back in England, half way round the world and only having less than two
weeks to do it all in. I fell asleep pondering this problem.

                                                           *

     Next day, Christmas Eve, was a good day. The lounge had been decorated
with a tree and lots of lights upon it. A similar one, but much bigger had
been put up in the foyer of the saloon.

     We'd sailed in the early hours of the morning, and as a treat for the
passengers, the crew gave them a pantomime in the afternoon. It was their
version of Cinderella, and it was a huge success and pleased everyone. Two
of the biggest and fattest cooks were made up as the ugly sisters and they
were a riot. The jokes and innuendoes were very crude, but which when
performed down below for the crew, would be more profane. Overall, it went
down very well for the Australian passengers.

     Ralph apologised that morning for his attack on me the night before,
not knowing that I could have fought him off if I had wanted to.

     `Kiss and make up,' I said, holding my arms out. He tentatively came
into them and I gave him a good lover's kiss on the lips, rubbing my body
up against him. `Ask next time, and it could be a lot better,' I whispered
in his ear. He blushed and promised to do so.

     With that out of the way, I told him that Diane was to do the solos
for that night. He wasn't happy with that, but saw that he had no choice
but to do as I said. That was the final clincher for my domination of the
trio. We couldn't rehearse because of the pantomime, but it was enough to
sit around in the dressing room, drinking and talking it through.

     The show went down well and Diane was delighted with the audience's
response, but I decided that if we did solos again like that, they would
have to be separated by several other shows and not put them back to
back. Diane had filched some decorations and put them up in our cabin. It
was close to midnight when we got down there, and the three of us drank and
wished each other a Merry Christmas and all the rest. Then Diane gave me my
present, which was a box of make-up and I had some perfume from Ralph. He'd
also gotten the same for Diane and she gave him a pair of monogrammed cuff
links. I felt a bit ashamed at the extravagance of my gifts to them in the
light of what I had received, also that fact that I hadn't even paid for
them.

     Ralph whistled at his silk smoking jacket and Diane gasped at her silk
dressing gown, similar to mine, but not as rich.

     `We'll be like sisters now, going to the showers wearing these,' she
gushed, giving me a big kiss.

     `I don't know what to say Francis. It's wonderful,' Ralph said,
holding it up before putting it on and looking at himself in the mirror.

     `Just give me a big kiss instead of speaking then,' I said, and he did
so, giving Diane a sideways look at the same time, but she was laughing
anyway. Then they too kissed each other, and we all sat down and carried on
drinking.

     My first Christmas at sea was wonderful. Everybody was so happy and
you could feel the spirit of Christmas throughout the whole ship. As is the
tradition, lunch on that day is when the crew was served their meal by
officers in the saloon. It was great fun and I enjoyed the running
backwards and forwards to the galley, getting the food for the two tables I
was serving at. The banter was lively and humorous, and I had my bottom
pinched several times, but took it in good part.

     It was when I was sitting down to my lunch that tears came to my eyes
and a lump appeared in my throat. This was my first Christmas away from
home and the first dinner I could remember that I wasn't sitting down
opposite Donald, I had Diane instead. I silently wished him a Merry
Christmas and wondered who he would have his meal with this year. He'd
always eaten with my aunts and me before, and I hoped he would think of me
as I was thinking of him at this time.

     I had thought of a way to get across to him what I wanted in respect
of the shares, and that would be to use a code over the telephone. So I
spent the whole afternoon and the next day working it out, because we
wouldn't be docking in Manila till Thursday night.

     But there were still two more shows to do before then. Our Christmas
night performance was basically a sing song of Christmas carols, getting
the passengers to join in as much as possible, and it was great
fun. Afterwards, we joined them and sat drinking with them till after two
in the morning. I got kissed quite a few times by some men as did Diane,
and Ralph got quite a few too from some of the ladies present who had
stayed up with us.

     During the carousing, I whispered to Diane that I would be in the
dressing room for a bit, and not let Ralph approach though it wasn't
likely. She guessed why and nodded, and I left the table and went off to
the toilet. On the way back, I indicated the dressing room to George, who
nodded, and a few minutes later, entered with a drink on his tray.

     `Merry Christmas George,' I smiled.

     `Merry Christmas to you too, er, Francis,' he said with a smile.

     `Is that a present for me?' I asked, looking at the bulge in his
trousers, `because if it is, let's unwrap it, shall we?' He put the chair
up under the door handle and came over to me. I smiled up at him as I undid
his buttons and pulled out his erection. It was heavy, thick and swollen as
it throbbed in my hand.

     `Merry Christmas to you too,' I said to his penis, giving the
underside of his shaft a scratch with my nails. I felt him shiver at the
sensation I knew I had caused by that action. I made it bounce about just
by licking it, occasionally catching it with my teeth before kissing
it. The head was turning a shade of purple with the amount of blood being
pumped up into it as I eventually took him into my mouth. I sucked him for
a bit and then let go and looked up at him.

     `My mouth's your present George, you do it,' I said, taking a firm
grip of the base of his cock before taking him back into my mouth. His
hands came up and held the side of my head as he started to move himself in
and out of me. I kept my lips tight around his shaft, feeling the muscle
beneath the skin rasp against my teeth as he fucked me in the mouth. He
strained against my hand as he tried to put more in as he came with his
erratic bursts of semen, filling me with his hot secretion. It was only
when he stopped did I swallow and got a thrill as it slid down my throat,
wishing that I could have jerked myself off at the same time as it did so.

     `That's the best present I've ever had at Christmas. Thank you
Francis,' he said, putting himself away after I had licked him clean. `May
I give you a kiss for that?'

     `We don't have any mistletoe, but as it's Christmas, yes, you may.' I
stood up and he held me by the shoulders and gave me a kiss. It was nice
because he kissed me as if he were a brother or cousin. A gentle friendly
kiss without use of the tongue.

     `Thank you Francis,' his face flushed as he pulled back and let me
go. He smiled and picked up his tray, and after moving the chair away from
the door, went back out into the lounge. I counted to ten before going out
and joining the others myself, giving Diane a wink as I sat down.

     `How about giving Ralph a little bit of the same,' Diane whispered to
me.

     `What! Don't you want to do it?'

     `No. I just want to see his face when he comes back out, if he'll look
guilty or not,' she giggled, `besides, you'll be horny by then, and I can
see to you when we get down below. That is, after I've taken care of this
hunk beside me.'

     I grinned at her and beckoned Ralph to come over. He got up and came
over with a puzzled look on his face. I got up and held his arm as I
whispered for him to come into the dressing room with me. Like a puppy, he
followed me in and I shut the door behind us, putting the chair in its
usual blocking position.

     `I'd like to give you another present Ralph,' I said, standing close
to him and putting my hand down to his crotch. I felt it move and start to
grow as I rubbed him. He gave me a shaky smile as he said, `You're not
going to hit me again if I touch you, are you?'

     `No. I'm giving you permission this time. How would you like your
present? By mouth or the other way?' I smiled.

     `The other way Francis. I liked it.' So I pulled out his now hard cock
and put some cream on the end, and I then leant over another chair and
lifted up my dress. He quickly grasped my hips and pushed himself into me,
the sides of his shaft rippling my insides as he filled me. He was so keen
and eager that it wasn't long before he held me tight to his thighs as he
bucked hard to shoot into me, grinding his pelvic bone against the cheeks
of my bum as he came. Then the hateful part of the withdrawal as it popped
out, leaving me with that void and empty feeling. I gave him some tissues
to wipe himself and used some on myself.

     `Go to the gents and wash yourself please Ralph,' I said, giving him a
quick kiss on the lips as I removed the chair from the door. He went off
and I again counted to ten before going out myself.

     `Well?' I asked Diane as I sat down, `how did he look?'

     `I've never seen a man look so guilty and shifty as he sidled out of
there. His eyes were darting about and he wouldn't make eye contact with me
as though he knew I was looking. He just hurried off to the men's room I
think.' She was laughing as she said this. `Now I'm going off. I'll see you
back down below later and I'll tell you all about this one here.' She
turned to the fellow next to her and whispered in his ear, and I saw him
nod.

     Diane got up, and after giving me a smile, left the lounge. It was
funny to watch this man fidget about in his chair for nearly five minutes
before he got up. Then with such obvious nonchalance, well it seemed that
way to me, slowly made his way out of the lounge in pursuit of Diane.

     The party seemed to break up shortly after their disappearance, so
with many goodnights being called out, I went down below to the cabin. I
undressed and took off my make-up, washed, and was soon up in my bunk. I
read through the notes I had made for talking to Donald while waiting for
Diane to eventually arrive.

     She quickly undressed and was only giving me little snippets as she
saw to her face before washing and getting into her bunk.

     `Come down here and I'll tell you all about it,' she said. I swung
down and quickly got into bed with her and we lay like sisters sharing
their secrets, heads close together on the pillow as she talked.

     `Well if that is an example of an Australian male making love, wham
bam and thank you ma-am, give me the British every time. Not at all what I
was expecting. He got his end away but didn't seem to give a shit about
mine. It wasn't as if he wasn't good looking, he was, and his tackle was
hard and big enough, but he didn't use it properly.

     He'd undressed me and I lay down on his bed as he stripped off,
watching those big arm muscles ripple, starting to get hot down below. Then
his underpants came off and his boomerang swung about as if looking for its
target. Then on the bed and in. No kissing or playing about, just straight
in and fuck, fuck, fuck, and it was all over. It couldn't have lasted two
bloody minutes. I nearly cried when he got off me and said, That was bloody
great Diane, how was it for you? Bet you liked that? I didn't say
anything. I just got dressed and came straight down here.'

     I could see the tears in her eyes, so I kissed and held her tight. I
soothed her by gently stroking her as we kissed, and she moved over onto
her back so that I could now stroke her breast, gently rubbing the nipple
till it became hard. Continuing to stroke that breast, I moved my head down
to suckle on the other one, bringing that nipple up hard and tight. Then it
was just a matter of moving my head further down her body, tonguing the
navel between the kissing of her stomach. My fingers were now inside the
lips of her labia and starting to excite her clitoris.

     `Turn round Francis,' I heard her whisper, her hand tugging gently at
my hair. The bed covers came off as I twisted my body round, and she eased
herself further down the bunk so that we both could fit ourselves
together. I was now on top of her with my chest on her lower stomach, my
arms round the outside of her thighs so that my hands could come into play.

     My legs were partly bent and most of my weight was on my knees and
elbows, my lower body astride her face, my erection down close enough for
her to take it in her mouth. My fingers now opened her wide and I used my
tongue inside her, tasting her juices and also that of her last
partner. This, I sucked out avidly, drinking up the Australian as well as
Diane, and it made me quite heady to have two for the price of one. I also
kept up my attack on the hard little button, wishing that my tongue was as
strong as that of Lik. But it was enough to bring her to an orgasm for
which she had been wanting. Her hunger for this I could feel, as she sucked
and chewed on me, making me come as I felt her let herself go, soaking my
chin as I lapped and sucked what I could. My hips were jerking at the same
time and she never stopped sucking till I was fully spent.

     Then she surprised me by letting go of my cock and took my balls into
her mouth. It was the first time this had been done to me, and I froze, not
daring to move in case she crushed them. But with a delicate use of tongue
as well as mouth, I began to like the experience and put my own mouth back
down to please her again.

     It was wildly erotic of having my balls sucked and moved about the way
she was doing it, so much so, that I began to get another erection, though
I doubted whether there was anything left inside them. My efforts on her
were rewarded by her coming again, but with a good chance of me being
emasculated. That's balls chewed off to the ignorant. She tried sucking on
me again after she had calmed down, but to no avail, as there just wasn't
anything left. I think it was by mutual agreement that we ceased assaulting
each other, and I turned round in the bunk so that we were once again face
to face.

     `Fuck the Australians, there's none better than you Francis,' she said
as she kissed me.

     `You're a delight in your own right,' I said diplomatically, and then
we kissed and cuddled until we fell asleep.

                                                           *

     Boxing Day is the same as any other day in the navy. The ship is still
sailed, and the crew still have to work, the same as Christmas Day. This
was my day to re-read my Bible. I spent all my non working hours working
out my code, and finally got round to putting it down on paper that at
least made sense to me.

     I was very bad that night with my whole performance during the show,
missing cues and at one point even forgot the song I was singing and
fluffed it. Diane and Ralph covered very well for me, but I felt very bad
after the show. All I could think of was my getting it across to Donald of
everything that I wanted done in regard to the selling and buying of
shares. I didn't get much sleep that night.

                                                           *

     The next morning we docked in Manila, the capital city of the
Philippines. As soon as we had docked and a land line was established with
the ship, I was there at the Purser's office to attempt to get a phone call
booked to England. Contact was easily made with the local operator, but we
were told that it could be hours before a line through to England was
available. It was just a matter of waiting, waiting and waiting.

     I managed to coerce Diane and Ralph that they should help me by
standing watch at the office to secure the line when a connection was
made. This gave me the odd moments for the toilet and to get some coffee
while the time dragged on.

     The connection was made just as I returned from a coffee break, and it
was just coming up to two p.m. local time. I sat in the booth with the door
open because of the heat and listened to the burr of the ringing tone. The
operator in Manila cut in to say that there was no answer and I told them
to wait, it was early morning in England, and it would take time for the
person to get to the telephone. Then there was a double click as the
receiver at the other end was picked up.

     `Hello?' It was Donald, and my heart leapt at that single word.

     `Donald! It's me, Francis! Can you hear me?' I shouted down the
mouthpiece.

     `Francis! I don't believe it. I can hear you, but please don't shout.'

     `Donald my darling, I love you! Merry Christmas by the way.'

     `Merry Christmas to you too my darling, but do you know what time it
is?'

     `Yes! It's just coming up to two o'clock.' He then interrupted.

     `It might be two o' clock there Francis, but it's only six o' clock in
the morning here!'

     `I love you whatever the time is Donald.'

     `And I love you too!'

     `Now Donald. Please listen carefully because it taken me hours sitting
here trying to get through. Are you listening Donald?'

     `Of course I am dear.'

     `Then get a pencil and write down what I am going to say.'

     `Why should I do that Francis?'

     `Donald!' I shouted. `Can't you understand English? Get a pencil and
write this down before I lose the connection.' Already I was beginning to
lose my cool here.

     `Okay Francis, I have a pencil and paper. Go ahead.'

     `Before I start for you to write, what I am going to say is that this
is for both of us. For our future! Now listen and don't interrupt. By
whatever means, fair or foul, I want you to make, I repeat make, Truell
sell the following shares. Don't Donald! Hear me out. By any means
whatever. Sell these shares. Ready with that pencil? Write these down.' I
slowly spoke as I ran down the list of shares that Patrick had
marked. `Now,' I continued, `these should be sold as soon, no, they must,
must be sold before the end of the year. Before the 31st!'

     `But Francis. This is nearly three quarters of your share portfolio!'

     `I know that! Notwithstanding that they are the least productive in
their returns per se.'

     `But Francis...'

     `Donald!' I almost screamed, `don't argue now but listen! Listen
for...just listen! These I want you to sell. Then I want you to buy. These
must be sold so that others can be bought. Do you understand that?'

     `Yes, but...'

     `But nothing. Now listen very carefully. This is an open line and
anybody could be listening in. Do you understand what I'm saying?'

     `Yes. People can be hearing what we are talking about.'

     `Great! Now I am going to be cryptic. If what I say you do not
understand, say hold, and I will try to rephrase my wording until you
understand what I mean. Okay?'

     `Yes Francis, but I don't think I can get Mr Truell to sell these
shares.'

     `Donald!' I screamed, now getting a little hysterical. `If you don't
get him, as executor and guardian, to do what I am asking, pleading, no, I
am damn well begging you to do it, you'll... you'll...Donald! We might live
in the same village, and it hurts me to the very heart of me to say this,
but, if you don't, don't do this, we...we might as well live on different
planets. I'm sorry Donald,' I was starting to sob, `you've got to do this
for me, for you, for us my darling, and I'm not saying this lightly,
because I have given this a lot of thought over the last few days.'

     `Francis, Francis. Don't say such things. You must have had a bad
experience out there...'

     `Donald!' I cried out in exasperation, interrupting him, `for all
that's holy, don't provoke me into blasphemy, and just listen!' I paused to
take a deep breath and get control of myself. `Now! Do you know the book
from which you used to read to me at least three days a week, and you gave
me a copy when I left home?'

     `Yes it was the...'

     `Donald!' I screamed down the telephone, `that's what I'm talking
about! It's a bloody open line! Just listen! If you don't understand, say
so and I'll rephrase it, just say yes or no, right?'

     `Yes Francis.'

     `Do you know the book I'm talking about?'

     `Yes.'

     `Good. Now with your pencil in your hand, oh Donald, I wish it were
me, but be ready to write this down. I'm going to give you a series of
numbers in a block of three. The first number will refer to the page of our
book. The second number will be the line. The third number will be in from
the left, the word of the message. Have you got that so far?'

     `Yes.'

     `Good. Now if I start a sequence with a zero, that means you only use
the first letter only of the word of the third set of numbers, okay?'

     `Not really. Please repeat that last bit again.' I took another deep
breath, to try and control the anger that was building up inside of me
because of his obtuseness. So I repeated what I had just said, and then he
understood what I meant.

     `Now there are some words not in the book and I am going to say them
now for you to fit in at the right places of the message. They will make
sense when you have deciphered the message. Now have the pencil
ready. January, London and Corporation. Got that? Now note down these
numbers.'

     I then reeled off slowly, the sets of numbers that I'd worked over for
two days so that only Donald could read them. When I'd finished, I asked
him to read them back to me to be sure that he had taken them down
correctly. He had.

     `Now Donald my love. If you love me as much as I love you, you will do
this, come hell or high water, you will get Truell to do this. If he tries
to obstruct you, just tell him that when I become of age and get what's
there, I will take the business away from his office and spend it all just
to break him.

     For reasons I cannot explain over this open line, I have this on the,
well, nearly the highest authority, that things will happen just after I
get home. Please, please believe in me Donald. Do this and the church will
have a new roof. All churches seem to be always asking for new roof. We'll
even be able to..., well, let's leave that for when we are back together.

     Darling Donald, I do miss you. I will put all this down in a letter so
that you will see the whole thing and then understand what I am doing. But
you will not get the letter before it has all happened, that is why I have
had to do it this way. Please trust me in this and see that it is done. I
love you very much and this telephone is costing a small fortune, but if
you manage it all. It's peanuts. But I don't care because I love you.'

     `I love you too Francis. Be sure I will deal with Mr Truell.'

     `Goodbye my darling.'

     `Goodbye my sweet,' and then the connection was broken.

                                                           *

     I leaned back in the booth, trembling, and I could now feel the sweat
that had been pouring out of me during the whole time I was speaking to
Donald.

     `Gee, you really must love that guy,' Diane said as she leaned into
the booth to help me stand up and get out into what little breeze there was
flowing down the passageway, `to sit in that sweat box for over half an
hour talking to him.' I could feel the perspiration running down from my
hair and into and through my clothing. I think I must have lost a couple of
pounds with the loss of body fluid while in that booth.

     I went down below with Diane and had a stiff gin and tonic before
taking a shower. When I was fresh and wearing clean clothes and fortified
with another drink, I told her of what I had done.

     `Do you think Donald will be able to do it?' she asked.

     `I can only hope that he can. He'll only have three days of next week
to browbeat Mr Truell into doing it and sell, and only the one day to buy
in the New Year.'

     `What if he doesn't? Sell I mean?'

     `Then I'll break him.' It sounded cold, but I meant it. `Donald won't
get his new roof or whatever he wants for the church, and I won't be on the
path towards being a millionaire.'

     `Is that important to you?'

     `No, not really. Friends are more important than money,' I said as I
squeezed her hand and smiled.

     `Well there's nothing more you can do and there's no point in going
ashore now. We might as well scrounge something to eat and get ready for
tonight,' Diane said, standing up and having a stretch.

     `You're right,' I said, resignedly, and so we went off to find some
food.

     The show that night was okay, but not brilliant. We only played to
less than half of our normal audience, the rest living it up ashore.

     Diane and Ralph wanted me to go ashore with them the next day, but I
declined. I had a very long letter to write to Donald, telling him the
whole story, omitting Lik of course, and I wanted to see that it was posted
before we left Manila. I had just finished it when they returned, saying
that they'd had a wonderful day and that I should have gone with them. I
went up to the shop on the upper deck and bought stamps for my letter. Our
shop sells nearly everything, and acts as our Post Office as well. I
wandered down to the bar and was bought a drink by one of the passengers
who then tried to chat me up. I don't really like carrot coloured hair
people, so he had no chance.

     Down below, Diane had already showered and was getting dressed, so I
followed suit. A quick shower and putting on my stockings and attaching the
tops to my suspender belt, getting the same sensuous thrill as I did
so. Padded bra and then the dress and I was ready to do my make-up. Diane
had finished, but she sat and waited for me so that we could go down
together for our early dinner.

     The show was good that night, and having nearly a full audience in
spite of being in port, boosted our egos. We sailed at dawn for the slow
last leg of the cruise, which was due to finish on New Year's Day. Down
through the islands of Indonesia and into the Coral Sea, giving the Great
Barrier Reef a wide berth.

     Then it was New Year's Eve and the ship was a buzz of
excitement. Though we were in the same time zone as the rest of Eastern
Australia, we, by being at sea to the east, would technically be into the
New Year before those on shore. The lounges and dining saloons were
decorated with balloons and streamers and other paper decorations, paper
hats and masks lay at every table place. The bar staff were kept on the go
the whole day as the Australians love to party especially after six in the
evening when the bars ashore are closed at that time.

     Though there were two lounges on the ship, we were always in the
biggest and main one of the ship, and it was full all day. We had dined
early and still had a job to get a drink at the bar before we were due to
start the last show of the cruise. This was where the passengers on the
first meal sittings had the advantage over the second sitting, because they
could get the best seats for the evening show. The second sitting ones had
to take what was left or stand at the back.

     We began at eight to a noisy reception and we all had a good time. We
went through all of the Australian war songs, throwing in the Jolly Swagman
for good measure. Ralph did a short parody of Ned Kelly, which went down
very well. Then as midnight approached, the count- down began and at
twelve, all the lights flashed and the ship's siren went off and we all
launched into Auld Lang Syne. Everybody standing up and joining hands, even
coming up onto the stage to link up with us, and singing their heads off.

     They still didn't want us to go, so we stayed on the stage for another
hour or so. But we stuck to British favourites, except for my La Paloma in
Italian. Diane sang The White Cliffs of Dover, and we dueted the
others. Drinks kept coming onto the stage for us, and we were quite merry
by the time we finished.

     It was a tired but happy trio that finally got off the stage and into
the dressing room, thankful that we'd got that fan installed, for we were
positively dripping with sweat. We kissed each other again to celebrate the
New Year and said the usual things about the future. We had one last drink
before making our way down to our cabins. Diane and I undressed and had a
quick shower before kissing each other goodnight, both being too tired to
fool around before going to bed.

     We sailed majestically into Sydney harbour the next morning, escorted
by many pleasure boats and sailing craft. Whistles, sirens and hooters
sounding, sending the seagulls up into the air, screeching to add to the
noise. It was late morning when we finally docked, and we watched the many
bleary eyed passengers disembark after what I thought was a fabulous cruise
all round.

                                                           *

     When the ship was empty and our duties done, Diane and I went back
down to the cabin and promptly went to bed and slept the whole afternoon,
and Ralph had done the same. We later desultorily poked around in the
dressing room, trying to tidy up, but without much heart for the job, so we
gave it up for another day. We went and had dinner together down in the
saloon and then back to our cabin to celebrate a good cruise for us. We
talked, drank and laughed for most of the evening, and with one bottle of
gin gone, we were getting high. Then, I think was Diane, yes it was,
because Ralph wasn't sure of the rules when she said we should have a game
of cards. It was wickedly transparent of her to suggest strip rummy as the
game we should play.

     On the clothes count, Diane had six items and Ralph and I had five
apiece, shoes were already off. I, reluctantly pulled on a pair of panties
and we gave Ralph a scarf to make up his number. Then we started playing,
and when rummy was declared, the other two hands were shown and the one
with the least meld of cards had to take an item off and do two
forfeits. The first of these was to sing a song named by the other loser,
the second whatever the winner of the hand decided upon.

     I lost the first hand with Diane being the winner, so off came those
hated panties and thrown to what would be the heap. The general idea being
that when all were naked, you carried on playing but as a loser, you had to
don the item of clothing that was on the top of this heap. So in theory you
could end up wearing a mixture of both the other players clothing and none
of your own.

     My song was to stand on one leg and sing the first verse of the
National Anthem, and give Ralph a passionate kiss. Ralph lost both socks in
succession and paid his forfeits and then Diane lost her dress. My dress
was next, so I was the first one to show a private part, and when Ralph
next lost his scarf, he was told to kiss my dick, which to my surprise
showed no hesitation in doing so. It was only a quick brief kiss to the tip
of my penis, but it was a surprise nonetheless. Then Diane lost both her
stockings and had to kiss both of Ralph's feet which was my saying of her
forfeit, and Ralph said that she was to take the whole of my penis into her
mouth. He was getting drunk and watched wide eyed as Diane did as he had
said, my thing having suddenly risen up to the occasion.

     I think Diane did some cheating, because she was a good card player
and we all finished up with one item each. Diane and Ralph with pants on
and me in my suspender belt. With Diane's bare breasts moving about every
time she played a card, was having an effect on Ralph I could see. He had a
bulge in his pants that would soon be out in full view if Diane played her
cards right. She did, and Ralph was the losing hand and Diane the winner.

     So off came the pants to reveal his erection to both of us. He gave
his song and then had to deep throat kiss me. I think he enjoyed it,
because he had me almost flat on my back as he pushed his tongue deep into
my mouth as he kissed me. Ralph won the next round and Diane was the loser,
and thereby losing her panties. He picked the song and I the sexual
forfeit, and that was to take Ralph's erection in her mouth and give him a
suck.

     This was the first time I had seen Diane do this to anyone other than
myself. My cock got harder watching her do this and though it was only a
couple of sucks, it was still sexually stimulating.

     The game still had to go on because I was still wearing my suspender
belt, and I won the next hand with Ralph the losing one. I again had the
choice, and this time said that he had to lick the inside of Diane. After
his mangled rendition of Diane's choice of song, he got between her legs
which she opened wide for him, gave her a good tonguing.

     Then the game fell apart with us well into the second bottle of gin,
and decided that we couldn't go through the process of getting dressed
again. The three of us were in such tight proximity on the lower bunk, that
our bodies were always touching and rubbing against each other. It was
inevitable that with both Ralph and I aroused as our erections proved, but
Diane also had became aroused.

     Ralph fell against Diane and started kissing her, and I had a choice
of whether to suck Diane or Ralph as they kissed. So I did it to both with
me half hanging out of the bunk. How could we all get pleasure at the same
time was the question raised, by me I think?

     Drunkenly, we rolled off the bunk and pulled the mattress to the
floor. I got the cream and wiped it over Ralph's cock while Diane went down
on her knees on the mattress. I then knelt down and pushed myself up into
her wet vagina and waited for Ralph. I felt him kneel down behind me, and
as I leaned forward over Diane's back, he entered into me. I was the
filling in the sandwich with Ralph in the driving seat so to speak. He
started the motion by driving himself into me as I in turn, was pushed
deeper into Diane. It was a lovely daisy chain of him fucking me whilst I
fucked Diane.

     With our three heaving bodies joined together, we seemed to come in
sequence. Ralph held me tighter as he came, shooting hard and fast, in
spite of the booze, into my insides. I, triggered off by feeling him come
into me, sent my load into Diane, who responded by groaning that she was
coming too. This redoubled our efforts at ramming into each other till she
gave out a scream as she orgasmed.

     We collapsed in a heap on the single mattress, our bodies covered in a
fine film of sweat, panting heavily before we could rouse ourselves to wash
our private parts. I then dragged the mattress off my bunk and squashed the
two together on the deck, almost making a double bed of the two. After
another drink, we lay down and kissed and played with each other. Drunk as
I was, I was still pleased at the way Ralph pitched in, even to the point
of laying fully on top of me and deep kissing me as our erections started
to rise again between our hot bodies.

     Then we turned to Diane and as I sucked at her vagina, she had Ralph's
cock in her mouth, and after a while we changed positions so she was
sucking on me. The ultimate then came when I then fucked her while he
played with her tits till I came inside her, and then Ralph took over and
batted on the sticky wicket till he too came. With Diane completely fucked
out, laying spread-eagled on the mattresses, I had the luxury of going back
between her legs and sucking out and swallowing the juices from all three
of us while she sucked on his limp dick. Even I had a suck on it before I
passed out.

                                                           *

     It was three cold bodies that awoke in the morning. I only had a
slight hangover compared to Diane's, and Ralph's was even worse. I went and
showered and got dressed and went and found some coffee for the other two,
which helped them revive, with the aid of many Aspirin. Then Ralph dressed
to go to his cabin so that he could get his things together for his
shower. Diane only had to put on her robe to go for hers.

     Breakfast was sombre, with more coffee being drunk than food
eaten. But we perked up and by mid morning were pretty much better than we
had been first thing. We cleaned up the dressing room, had lunch and then
back to the cabins for an afternoon nap.

     `Let's try something out this evening,' I said to Diane as we
undressed, `and go into the Chinese quarter and see if my charm works?'
Every city in the world has its Chinatown, so I was going to put Sydney to
the test.

     `Good idea,' Diane said, `do we take Ralph?'

     `Of course! We girls cannot go out with some male to protect us.'

     We both laughed as I swung up to the top bunk as Diane got into the
lower one for this afternoon nap.

     We were both up again just after six and had our shower. Diane dressed
quickly and watched as I carefully did my make-up. I took my time to try
and do it exactly as Wen Chi had made up my face.

     `Wow! It's not quite the same as before, but it's bloody good,' Diane
said with her eyes carefully scrutinising every aspect of my face. `Sorry,'
seeing the expression on my face. `Oh damn it Francis. You've done a bloody
good job of it for the first time on your own. With a bit more practice
it'll be perfect. We could even practice doing it to each other.'

     `Don't we already do it to each other,' I said with a smile.

     `Oh you!' she said, giving me a push.

     `No, I do see what you mean,' I said, looking at myself closer in the
mirror, `it will take a few more goes before I get it right, but, as you
said, it'll do for tonight.'

     Then after putting on my the special thong, was I ready for my red
cheongsam. Diane did a wonderful job on my hair considering she had only
seen it once in this style. Then I sat there as demure as any Chinese woman
and waited for her to get dressed.

    We had to wait a few minutes for Ralph to come out of his cabin, a
little bit dishevelled, brushing his hair down.

     `I'm going have that bastard one day,' he said, `I've just about had
enough of him, the slimy bastard.'

     `Calm down Ralph,' Diane said, `we're going out on the town
tonight. Don't let that little shit upset you.'

     `What does he drink?' I asked.

     `What?' from Ralph.

     `I said, what does he drink. What is his tipple?' I asked him.

     `He's like a sewer. If it's liquid, he drinks it,' Ralph replied.

     `Fine. Let's have a party one night. In your cabin,' I said, `but
let's forget him for now and see if we can go out and enjoy ourselves,
okay?'

     `Francis, excuse me, but you look stunning, you too Diane,' he said,
which I thought was badly put and rather he hadn't said anything. But Diane
either missed it, or did the right thing by ignoring the slight.

     So we got a taxi and had it drop us off in Sydney's Chinese
quarter. The idea was to take a stroll and see if the symbol of Chen was
recognised. We hadn't covered more than two hundred yards, passing only one
restaurant before a man came out in front of us and bowed very low.

     `Please,' he said, still bowed over, `please honour our lowly
establishment,' indicating a small eating house that was decorated
profusely in Chinese characters. We went in, being bowed by everybody we
passed, to which I returned only half bows, which I thought befitting due
to the fact that we were the guests and they the servants. I was starting
to pick up on these little nuances of their pecking order.

     We were led to a table that looked to be the best the place had to
offer and were sat down. This was the first time that Ralph and Diane had
eaten Chinese food, and they were from that day on, hooked on the cuisine
that that country had to offer, because we were given the best outside of
Hong Kong or China.

     I was constantly addressed as Ms Chen, and offered to sample each dish
before it was placed on the table for my friends. I couldn't fault the food
or the service, and we had a wonderful time in that small restaurant. We
didn't have rice wine, but the local Australian wine did just as well.

     At the end of the meal, being given tea and the inevitable cookies, I
only had to raise my hand a few inches from the table before the owner was
there at my side.

     `Please, venerable father, put your mark on a paper so that I can
inform my master of the warm welcome and service that we have received in
your wonderful establishment. I am sure that he will be most pleased, so on
his behalf, I would like to thank you and your family for such a wonderful
meal.'

     The poor guy couldn't bow low enough and was most voluble in his
thanks that we had deigned to favour his humble establishment. On an
impulse, I beckoned over a very small child that had stayed hidden for most
of the time behind her mother's skirts. The child was pushed forward, and
she hesitantly came over and gave me a bow, and I bent down and gave her a
hug and put two five pound notes in her hand and then let her return to her
mother.

     I don't think I could have done anything better. I knew we weren't
going to be asked to pay the bill, and this must have been an accolade to
them all, because even the kitchen staff were called out to bow to us as we
made our leave. A taxi had already been hailed and was waiting for us at
the door. With many waving of hands, we were bid farewell.

      `I wouldn't have believed it,' said Diane in the cab as we drove
away, `if I hadn't been there to see it! You seem to have a way with
everyone Francis.'

     `Well after a meal like that, I'm following you all the time,' said
Ralph, letting out a belch, `I didn't think Chinese food would be that
good.'

     `You also seemed to know the right things to say to them. How did you
know?' Diane asked.

     `I didn't. It just sort of came out that way. Anyway, it's proved the
veracity of this symbol,' I said, touching the embroidered sign on my
dress.

     `Well it perked them up no end,' Ralph commented, giving another
belch, `and I'm all for going back there again.'

     `Let's not push our luck too far. Even once a trip would be pushing it
a bit, I think,' I said, lapsing into silence for the rest of the journey.

                                                           *

     The newspapers gave the cruise a thumbs up, one of the passengers had
been a reporter and he raved about it in his column. We got mentioned as
being one of the best parts of the trip, and it even mentioned our names. I
kept copies to show to Donald and the others when we were back in England.

     We had a lazy few days as the ship was being cleaned and provisioned
for the homeward bound voyage. We cleaned the dressing room and made some
minor repairs to our costumes, the odd bit of sewing and such like. January
the 2nd had come and gone, and I wondered if Donald had managed to do as I
asked. Diane said I should telephone home to find out, but I was reluctant
to do this. I would rather have a confrontation face to face than over a
long distance impersonal telephone line.

     Sailing day arrived and we were at our station as the ship quickly
filled up, not as many as the outward trip, but enough to make it
worthwhile. There were quite a few empty cabins, but though I bumped into
Clement a few times, he didn't invite me to any of them. When we were not
rehearsing, I would walk round the ship, even going up to Leopardi's suite
to walk through the empty rooms, an ache inside me at the memories.

     The homeward trip was slow and the days seemed to drag. Diane and I
spent a few hours nearly every day up on the flying bridge. We would take
it in turns to watch the ladder so that one of us could take off our
costume and be bare arsed to get those white bits tanned.

      I did manage to get Ralph to myself one afternoon. Diane went off to
host a party, leaving the two of us alone in our cabin. I sat with him on
the lower bunk and asked him if he wouldn't mind holding me in his arms for
a while, as I needed a little comfort. He didn't object and it was almost
natural for him to kiss me when I lifted my face up to him. I put my hand
down to his lap and felt that he was as hard as a rock, and made no comment
as I undid his trousers and pulled out his erection. I held it lightly in
my hand and gently rubbed it up and down, not using any pressure, because I
wanted to make it last for him.

     `Ralph?'

     `Mmmm?'

     `Ralph, will you use this on me?' I asked quietly, still rubbing him
gently.

     `Oh Francis, yes please,' he groaned. I got up and quickly stripped
off my dress and got some cream, and rubbed some over the head of his
throbbing cock. I got back onto the bunk and rolled onto my front and
raised myself up. He didn't bother to take his trousers off, but got
straight in between my legs and pushed himself into me.

     I groaned out in delight as his hardness slid inside, filling me with
his heat and strength. He worked himself in and out, the fabric of his
trousers rubbing my backside with every forward thrust. I arched my back
downward with my face flat against the pillow to make my rear stick out for
more deeper penetration. I also pushed back to his every forward movement,
matching him thrust for thrust.

     I felt him swell even more inside me as he began to come, his sperm
bursting inside was heaven itself. The hot splashing seed bouncing and
sticking to the walls of my canal was like a balm to the fire that was
burning within me. He stopped moving and I could feel his penis still
throbbing as it issued out the last drops. Then the hated withdrawal as he
pulled himself slowly out of me before getting off the bed to wash
himself. I squeezed the cheeks of my bum together, wishing he were still in
there as I started to hug the pillow.

     `Put your dress back on Francis,' he said, washing himself before
putting it away and buttoning up his trousers, `we don't know when Diane
might come back.'

     He was right, she'd been gone for over an hour now, and could walk in
through the door at any time. I got up and fluffed up the pillow and made
some smoothing motions over the bed cover. I wiped myself first and then
picked up my dress, but changed my mind about putting it on and hung it up
instead. Then with one leg up on the chair, I struck a pose as I unclipped
my stocking and slowly rolled it down my leg.

     `Oh for Christ's sake Francis, what are you doing?' there was a slight
rise to his voice as he asked the question.

     `Isn't it obvious, I'm getting undressed. I don't think I've ever
taken a shower with my underclothes on,' I said, doing the same with my
other leg, watching him fidget. I stood and faced him with my cock still
right out in front of me as I took off my suspender belt, his eyes watching
it move as I did so.

     `Pass me my robe please,' I asked as I took off my bra. It was out in
a flash and held out for me to take. I dropped the bra on top of the other
things I had taken off and took the robe and put it on.

     `Help yourself to a drink while I'm having a shower,' I said, giving
him a smile as I left the cabin. I took my time, and by the time I got
back, Diane was in and having a drink with Ralph.

     `Hi,' I said brightly, `how was your party? We had fun here, didn't we
Ralph, but then, you couldn't have joined in.'

     `Why not? We played together in Sydney, didn't we?'

     `Jerking off to see who could shoot the furthest?'

     `Oh you silly,' she laughed, and then suddenly serious. `You didn't,
did you?'

     `Of course not! Now who's being silly?' I laughed and Diane did too,
and Ralph even gave a small titter, his face red, which fortunately was not
noticed by Diane as she poured out a drink for me.

     `I think I'll take my shower now,' she said, passing me my drink, `it
was quite hot up there today. She quickly undressed and put on her robe. We
both were often naked in front of Ralph and by now, took him for granted
and didn't feel any embarrassment at all at him seeing us without our
clothes on. She sailed off leaving us alone again.

     `Don't play games like that Francis,' he said after a couple of
minutes, `it's not fair on Diane.'

     `Did you say the same thing about me when you and Diane did it
together on the outward trip?'

     `No, but...'

     `Oh let's drop it,' I interrupted him, `it doesn't really matter.'

                                                           *

     It was between Fremantle and Colombo that we made our plans to deal
with the Assistant Purser, the cabin mate of Ralph. This man was still
trying to get Ralph to bend over for him, so we hatched a plan for the
night we would be berthed in the Ceylonese capital to sort him out, once
and for all.

     Diane and I got one of the pastry cooks to make us a small birthday
cake, ostensibly for Ralph's birthday. The day before our arrival there, we
put our heads into his cabin and said that we had planned a little party
for him, and as his cabin was bigger than ours, could we use his cabin, and
of course your cabin mate is also invited. He liked the idea and said yes
to the query from Ralph if it would be okay with him.

     The guy knew that we wouldn't be performing whilst in port, so that
was the easy part to get him to agree to the party being held in his
cabin. We docked in Colombo just before breakfast, and would be there for
twenty four hours. Ralph made out that he'd received our presents and said
that he was looking forward to that night's party.

    At seven that evening, we knocked on the door and were welcomed in. We
carried in the cake, with candles burning, and two bottles of gin and a
load of tonics, also a wrapped up bottle. A second chair had been borrowed
so that two could sit on the lower bunk in comfort and the other two, Diane
and myself could have the comfort of a chair.

     Ralph blew out the candles as we sang the usual birthday song. This
was also one of our tricks that we played on the audience every trip. Ralph
would stand up and say to the passengers that if any passenger could give
him a name that he couldn't be put into a song, they would win a bottle of
champagne. Lots of names would be called out, and then he would ask them to
vote on which name he should be given. Eventually a name would be selected
and that particular passenger would be already rubbing their hands that had
voiced the name.

     Ralph would then stand there, striking a pose to give the impression
that he was in deep thought about what song contained the name chosen. Then
he would come over to me at the piano and appear to whisper in my ear. Then
he would go back to the front of the stage and start singing Happy
Birthday. Obviously the name would come in, and the whole audience would
clap and cheer at this subterfuge.

     Our subterfuge on Ralph's cabin mate was the fact that the gin bottles
had been half bashed with water. With the candles blown out and the song
sung. I gave him the wrapped bottle of whisky saying that it was from one
of the passengers. He unwrapped it and gave out a sigh when he saw what it
was.

     `The only thing I can't drink is whisky. Do you Francis?' I shook my
head and gave a shudder. `You Diane?'

     `Can't stand the stuff. Gin's my drink,' she answered.

     `Gary?' There, I've finally given the man a name, which I have been
trying to avoid, but it wasn't his real name. If he reads this book, he'll
know about whom I'm talking, but I don't think he will be let it known that
he is the person involved in the later events.

     `Yes I drink whisky,' he replied.

     `Here then, you can drink this and I'll stick to gin with the girls,'
giving him the bottle to break the seal on the bottle so that he wouldn't
suspect anything as Ralph and I supposedly broke the seals on our two
bottles. Drinks were poured and we toasted Ralph.

     Diane and I took it in turns to keep pouring out the drinks, making
Gary keep up with us, glass for glass. Ours had tonic added, and his with
just a little water. Come midnight, the bottle was nearly finished when he
passed out. Over the next two hours we would bring him almost round, just
enough for him to be able to swallow another drink.

     Now the ship would be really quiet at this time of the morning, so the
next part was put into operation. Between us, we carried him down a deck to
what is known as the working alleyway. It's the main below deck
thoroughfare for the crew. It was quite wide and very busy during the
day. All cabins led down to it for the occupants to pass along to the
saloon where they went to sign on every morning.

     We dragged him halfway way along it before stopping and taking all his
clothes off. Then I took out of my bag the purchase we'd made in Port
Said. The rusty handcuffs. We'd stopped at a point where we could attach
the cuffs to a part of the ship's side and his wrists, and with some rope,
we loosely tied his legs apart so that he couldn't cross them to cover
himself. A sign was then hung round his neck, reading "Bum Bandit". We
scattered his clothes about the alleyway and left him there.

     We laughed all the way back to Ralph's cabin, where we had a drop of
undiluted gin to celebrate. To give credibility to the story we would to
tell in the morning, we would have to sleep in his cabin. The gin bottles
were emptied and left lying around, one on the table and the other on the
floor. Ralph got onto his bunk and Diane and I got onto Gary's bunk. None
of us got undressed, as it was to appear as though we'd all passed out and
slept through it all. The story being that just before we had fallen
asleep, he'd gone out to the toilets and just didn't come back. Ralph had
already gone to sleep, and we were not prepared to venture out to the men's
toilets to look for him, so we just curled up on his bunk and fell asleep
ourselves.

     It was nearly seven o'clock before the door banged open and woke us
up. The Master at Arms shoved in Gary, covered in a blanket, into the
cabin. It was obvious we had just been woken up and he demanded to know
what had happened, and why were there two females in this cabin at this
time of the morning. With the fact that we were all still in our clothes
and looking rather creased and dishevelled, he accepted our story and that
was that.

    Gary was furious which his hangover didn't help, but he had to accept
what we told him, and we made him believe that he had told us that he going
to the toilet and simply didn't return, and that we fell asleep waiting for
him.

     We heard later from a crew member what had happened down in the
alleyway. Everybody between five thirty and six passed by and laughed at
him, he cursing everyone who did so. He caused a ruckus by shouting out to
be released and at last, the Master at Arms eventually appeared, but it
still took another half hour before they could cut him free from the
handcuffs.

     After being questioned, the Master at Arms believed us and let us
return to our cabin, where we undressed and went to bed to catch up on our
sleep.

     Gary was sure that we were at the bottom of it, but he couldn't prove
it nor have anyone to back him up in his belief, but we achieved what we
had set out to do in that he stopped bugging Ralph.

     We were at sea again when we awoke, and after our shower, had a good
laugh over a successful operation against an enemy to one of our number.

                                                           *

     To break the monotony I got George into the dressing room one night
and gave him a nice slow blow job, and a week later, covered the overhead
light again and let him fuck me for the second time. It was nice to have a
man inside me again, reaming and quelling the fire inside me, putting out
the fire with his sperm. I needed to have sex. Every night I masturbated to
relieve the pressure in my balls though it didn't stop the itch that kept
growing deep inside me. Diane would often complain of the movement of the
mattress above her at night, but I told what I was doing, and why. She
helped me out a few times because she didn't seem to need it as much as I
did.

     At least she agreed to another game of cards the night we were in Port
Said, and Ralph had no hesitation in agreeing to play. It was fun and this
time we cut out the singing of songs and went straight into the sexual
forfeits, finishing up with me in the middle of the sandwich again which I
liked.

     `Do you think that Donald would play this game with us?' Diane asked
as we lay wallowing in the aftermath.

     `I think the answer would be no,' I said, sincerely believing that he
wouldn't perform with two other people there taking part.

     `Pity,' she smiled. I refused to be drawn into a debate on Donald. I
don't believe he'd ever been with a woman, and I wasn't prepared to put him
to the test.

    Our last show of the voyage was as good as the first. We put our hearts
and souls into it and it was very well received by the audience. We were
tired but exhilarated as we sat in our dressing room afterwards, drinking
one of our last drinks of the voyage. This was decision time as to whether
we agreed to make it known the next day if we would be returning after our
leave for the next trip.

     It didn't take much for us to agree to do the following trip. The
clincher was really that we didn't know if there would be another ship to
take us if we did leave. We were established on the Indus, so that was
where we would stay. So with that settled, I asked them if they would like
to do the same as before, and come and rehearse at my house prior to
rejoining the ship.

     `Yes,' was the joint reply.

     `Same terms as before?'

     `Yes,' like twins wired up to one speaker they answered. So we
solemnly shook hands and finished our drinks, and went down below, seeking
our beds.

    While the ship was moving up river to Tilbury, we were back in the
dressing room, cleaning it up and packing our things away. All except the
clothes that I would be taking to my house, and these were packed into a
trunk and dragged down to our cabin. There we had to quickly get dressed to
be at our stations for the disembarkation as we were already being gently
nudged to the quay by our attending tugs.

     There we kept repeating our phrase of "Goodbye, hope you've had a nice
voyage" over and over again.

     `The train for London hasn't left yet, has it?'

     `No ma-am, it's being held till you're safely on board,' was one of
the normal questions and answer. It must be hell packed into those tiny
compartments after the freedom of the decks and lounges. Pity the poor
railway staff with all that baggage as well. Thank God I could afford a
taxi. Taxi! Eddie is probably waiting down there somewhere waiting for me,
I thought, giving myself a little smile.

    With the last of the passengers off, Diane and I dashed down below to
shower and get changed. I let her do all her things first, as she wanted to
catch the second train, which took most of the crew and those late
passengers.

     Ralph knocked at the door when he was ready, and waited till Diane
finished the last of her make-up and was prepared to leave. I kissed Ralph
and Diane goodbye, reminding her to telephone me, as they went off down the
alleyway with their suitcases to sign off.

     I then got dressed and sat down to do my make-up, taking care as I
wanted to still look fresh for Donald when I got home. I was just finishing
off when there was a knock at the door. When I shouted out to come in,
Eddie popped his head round the door.

     `Thought you might still be here Miss Francis. Do you still want me
for Wiltshire?' he asked with a grin.

     `Of course Eddie,' smiling at his reflection in the mirror,' if you'd
like to take that trunk down and then come back for my suitcase and this
box, I'll ready by then.'

     `Okay Miss Francis,' he said, dragging the trunk out of the door and
hoisting it up onto his shoulder and leaving.  I closed the door and just
finished doing my hair before having a last check round the cabin to see
that we hadn't left anything behind.

     He was soon back, and we both went down to the car together, him
carrying the box, and I, the suitcase. I stopped briefly down in the saloon
to sign off and get my pay slip and papers before leaving the ship. I
didn't realise how cold it was, and I was really shivering by the time we
got inside the car. Eddie asked the usual questions as we drove through the
docks. `Nice trip?' etc. There was the usual perfunctory customs check at
the exit from the docks, and we were soon on our way to London.

     When we drove through, I asked him to stop at a ladies fashion shop,
where I went in and bought a nice heavy winter coat as the one I was
wearing wasn't really the thing to be wearing in this bitter cold. We
stopped at a roadside café for him to have something to eat, and I just
had some coffee because I knew that I would be getting a big dinner from
Flora, and I didn't want to spoil my appetite.

     We travelled in silence for most of the way, my thoughts were of
Donald and how hungry I was for him, and not in the food sense, but being
filled by him all the same. Also I was eager to hear if he had, or hadn't,
been able to do anything about my frantic telephone call from Manila. The
butterflies grew bigger in my stomach as we got closer and closer to home.

     `Do you remember the lay-by?' I asked Eddie as we turned off the last
main road towards the village.

     `I most certainly do Miss Francis,' he replied with a big smile.

     `Well were nearly there.'

     `So am I Miss Francis,' he said, squirming slightly in his seat as he
drove on, and soon pulled into it and stopped, but kept the engine running
to keep the heat in the car.

     `Push your seat back and mind my hair,' I said, smiling at him. The
seat shot back and he looked at me expectantly and smiled as I licked my
lips and undid his buttons. He was hot and eager. His cock literally
bounced out and into my hand as I freed it from its prison. He was as hard
as a rock and it throbbed pleasantly as I gently rubbed it up and down, the
silken sheath moving easily over the strong muscle beneath it.

     I twisted in my seat and bent and took the pulsing head of his cock
into my mouth. It twitched violently as my lips closed round its warmth,
and I began to suck on him. He groaned at the pleasure he was getting and I
got a hard on as well as I slowly jerked him off as I used my tongue and
teeth. He came in gushes, his hips jerking with every spasm, filling my
mouth with his coming. Then I swallowed as he slowed down and then licked
the head clean when he'd finished.

     `That was really lovely Miss Francis,' he said as he put himself away
and fixed his trousers, my face flushed with the exertion and pleasure that
I had got as well.

     `You must really have been saving that up for me,' I said.

     `Certainly did. Haven't touched myself for nearly a week hoping,' he
smiled. I smiled back at him as he put the car into gear and we carried on
to the village. I counted out his money as we turned into the lane and put
it in his pocket, telling him the expected date for the return trip.

                                                           *

     Donald came running out of the vicarage, pulling on his coat, as soon
as the car pulled up. He opened the door and helped me out and gave me a
big hug and kiss before even speaking.

     `Welcome home Francis, and my, don't you look the picture of health
with that suntan.'

     `It's nice to be home, even if it is freezing cold.'

     `Of course, I'm sorry. You'll be feeling the cold here. Go and get in
the house, and I'll help bring your things in.' Eddie had already started
to get the trunk out of the back of the car as I hurried up the path to my
house. Flora opened the door and welcomed me home with a huge smile on her
face. She ushered me into the parlour where a huge fire was roaring away.

     `It's so nice to have you back home Lady Francis,' she said, helping
me off with my new coat. Beatrice was there too, saying her words of
welcome and took the coat from Flora and went to hang it up. `Sit you down,
sit you down,' Flora said, `I've got the coffee on and it'll be ready in a
jiffy.'

     Donald and Eddie brought in the trunk and then quickly returned with
the box and my suitcase. Eddie said his goodbyes and went off, and Donald
rubbed his hands from the outside cold and warmed them by the fire.

     `It's lovely to see you sitting here again Fran,' he said quietly. I
mouthed the words, `I love you,' and he smiled.

     `Er, Flora's making some coffee I know, but would you like a drink?'

     `Oh a gin and tonic would be lovely please. A large one, but no
ice. It's cold enough outside.' He fixed us a drink each and after handing
me mine, making sure our fingers touched, he sat down with his in the other
chair opposite me by the fire. We both spoke lots of words of love with our
eyes as we sipped at our drinks. Then Flora came in with a coffee pot on a
tray with milk, sugar, cups etc.

     `Not quite knowing what time you'd be home, I've set dinner for seven
o'clock. Is that okay with you?'

     `Seven will be fine Flora, Donald?'

     `Yes seven will be splendid,' he replied.

     `Beatrice has a fire going in your room Miss Francis, so it'll be nice
and warm up there,' she said before going back out into the kitchen.

     `There's a fire up there,' I said quietly to Donald, my voice heavy
with meaning and desire. He saw the look and put down his glass.

     `Coffee can wait for a little while don't you think?' he said, holding
out his hand for me to take. He picked up my suitcase and led the way
upstairs and into my bedroom. As soon as the door was shut I was in his
arms, kissing and being kissed.

     `Oh Donald I've been wanting you for so long. Take me now I'm so
hungry for you.'

     `So have I Fran, so have I,' he said between kisses. He quickly helped
me off with my dress and then he dropped his trousers and stepped out of
them as I got some cream out of my bag. I knelt down and kissed his
throbbing member and then creamed it and quickly got onto the bed. He was
right behind me, literally, as eager as I was. Then he was pushing himself
at me and I gratefully let his length slide in and fill me. I wanted to cry
out for joy as he expanded that vacant space, the ridge around the base of
the head of his cock searing its way in. I was trembling with delight as
the familiar hands held my hips as he moved in and out of me, setting all
my nerves a tingle with the sheer pleasure of his shaft ironing out the
kinks in my tunnel.

     He came with fierce short sharp jabs, ramming himself tight up against
me as he sent his missiles up into my space to explode and make me see
stars. The impact of his balls against mine made my own throbbing erection
let go, and I spurted out my seed all over the bed cover. As he held me
tight when he'd finished, I was then able to use my hand to milk the last
drops out from myself.

     I couldn't help the little cry I gave, as I felt him pulling back,
knowing that his length was leaving me. Then he was out and off the bed to
wash himself at the basin. I stayed there on my hands and knees on the bed,
dry sobs coming from my throat as I felt his gentle hands wipe my backside
clean of the cream with a flannel. Then after rinsing it, used it to wipe
around my cock and balls and then helped me off the bed. I held him close
to me, feeling his damp prick against my stomach as I bent my head up to
kiss him.

     `I love you so much Donald that it hurts.'

     `It's the same for me Fran,' he said softly, kissing my forehead, `but
I think we'd better get back downstairs, we've been up here long
enough. `He helped me with my dress before picking up his own trousers. I
checked my make-up in the mirror while he did up his buttons, and when we
were presentable, went down to the parlour.

     We had not been upstairs for very long, so the coffee was still hot,
and I poured out two cups. That made me remember the box from Hong Kong. I
pulled it over and put it before Donald.

     `Merry Christmas Donald,' I said, `I didn't exactly buy it because it
was given to me, but I thought it would be perfect for you in the
vicarage.'

     The surprise and pleasure I saw in his face made my insides melt as he
unwrapped every piece.

     `I can't accept this Fran. It's much too expensive I'm sure and these
things are so delicate, I'd be afraid to use them.'

     `Well don't let anyone clumsy use them, and you are to accept. I will
not take no for an answer.'

     `Oh Flora! Come and look at what Francis has brought me,' Donald
called out. Flora came bustling in and with hands flapping, exclaimed at
the beauty of the set. She asked and was told yes, and she carefully picked
up the teapot, turning it this way and that. Then a cup, followed by a
saucer.

     `Such fine a service I have not seen,' she said breathlessly, `did
this come from China Miss Francis?'

     `I think it did, but I was given it in Hong Kong.'

     `Well don't you use it, because I would be afeared to put them in the
sink.' Donald and I laughed, and I assured her that we wouldn't use them,
but if we did, I would be responsible for the washing of them.

     `Make sure you wraps them up proper like,' she said, `because I'll be
serving up dinner in ten minutes.' So they were carefully put away and
while Donald saw to the wine, I went upstairs and brought back down the two
little gifts for Flora and Beatrice that I had brought back for them.

     We sat at the table, nicely decorated with candles and drank some wine
as the presents were opened. Flora, I knew smoked, so she had a cigarette
lighter and Beatrice had a tortoise shell compact, both had their name
engraved on them. They were both profuse in their thanks and eventually
soup was served. I kept my impatience in check until we had been served our
main course. As usual, that was when Flora and Beatrice said their goodbyes
and left us alone for us to eat and talk, the dessert already prepared and
ready.

     Donald filled my plate with delicious smelling slices of lamb with a
mint sauce and vegetables and passed it across before filling his own.

     `Well!' I demanded, as soon as the two women had gone.

     `Well what?' Donald asked, his face straight but with amusement behind
his eyes. `Yes, the lamb is really nice,' taking a piece into his mouth and
starting chewing.

     `Donald!' I said in a strangled voice, unable to eat anything till he
answered me, `you know what I'm referring to! Tell me please before I
explode. Did you do it?'

     `Yes,' he said nonchalantly as he speared a brussel sprout and
carefully inspected it before popping it into his mouth.

     `Oooh, you exasperate me sometimes,' I said, but with a fierce
exultant note in my voice.

     `Eat this lovely dinner before it gets cold,' he said with a smile,
`and I'll tell you all about it after we've eaten.' But even he couldn't
contain himself to tell me, so he began while we were still eating our main
course.

     `I couldn't believe it, you ringing me up at that time of the morning
from that far away,' he started.

     `I was by that telephone for nearly four hours waiting for the
connection,' I said.

     `Then to get that strange call. You know, you sounded quite hysterical
at times.'

     `I was hysterical. You didn't seem to understand what I was saying
half the time.'

     `Well I pieced it together afterwards, all that business about coding
the words from the Bible, really Francis.'

     `Well it was the only book I could think of that I knew we'd both
read. Good though, wasn't it,' I grinned at him, gravy suddenly running
down my chin at that point.

     `It took me nearly two hours to work out the message.'

     `Two hours! It took me nearly two days to find the right words.'

     `Then your letter...'

     `You got it then!' I interrupted him, `when did that arrive?'

     `Oh, about ten days later from the phone call. Too late to have
helped, but it was only then that Mr Truell and I fully understood.'

     `You didn't show him the whole letter,' I cried out, slamming my knife
and fork down, remembering what I had written also in that letter to
Donald.

     `No,' he laughed, ` I carefully folded over the er, parts that were
highly salubrious and very personal.'

     `Thank...goodness,' I finished lamely, nearly letting slip the usual
word that would have been used by most people. It wouldn't have done for
old Mr Truell to see the words that I had written, or he would have had a
heart attack. I drank and finished my wine, which Donald promptly topped up
again.

     Our dinner was getting cold and starting to congeal on the plates, so
I cleared them away and fetched in a nice flavoured blancmange, which
complimented the lamb that we'd only half eaten.

     `So after laboriously poring over the good book.'

     `You love poring over it,' I interrupted again.

     `Yes, but let me tell it my way. It will be more dramatic then. Well
after deciphering your message I had to sit and think very hard for quite
some time, and the best place for that was in the church. I prayed for you
and for guidance, because it must have been important for you to have
phoned me from there, what with your certainty of the dates and things,
coupled with the fact you were almost hysterical it telling me of how
important it was.'

     `I was getting very hysterical, I.....'

     `I said don't interrupt,' he said sternly.

     `Sorry,' I said contritely, looking down at my plate and finishing my
dessert.

     `With my decision made, I was extravagant enough to get a car to pick
me up and take me to see Mr Truell. I argued with him all day, even to the
extreme of nearly threatening him. I quoted from your parent's will that he
was the acting solicitor on their behalf but not the solicitor acting on
your behalf. That I was appointed your guardian, which therefore placed the
onus of your finances upon my shoulders. Then, when you came of age, it
would be your decision whether to retain his services in the matter of your
affairs.' Donald paused enough to finish his dessert and drink some wine
before continuing.

     `He still wasn't happy about selling off all those shares, though I
got him to admit that they really weren't doing anything to be of value. He
said that he wanted time to think it over, but I told him there wasn't any
time.

     So I left his office and went to see a Mr Dickinson, a Public Notary,
and wrote out the gist of our conversation, adding my own two pennyworth
into a statement. I had copies made and then dragged this Mr Dickinson back
to Mr Truell's office. There, I then I read out the statement I'd
prepared. You can read it later, but it went something like this. I told
him that as your guardian, you had contacted me from half way round the
world, making it a bit dramatic, to tell me of some information you had
come across and that I, acting as guardian to your affairs, should do
something about. I quoted dates and times of everything, and said that a
letter would be coming from the Philippines which would have the date sent
plus the postmark to back up the story.

     I then listed the instructions, and told him as guardian, I wished to
see them carried out to the letter. That was the reason that the notary was
there, to witness my statement, because if the events followed what I had
said, and nothing had been done by him as the acting solicitor on behalf of
the estate and the wishes of the guardian, there could be serious
consequences to follow.'

     `You blackmailed him with a threat!'

     `Right! When I'd finished the statement, the notary witnessed that I
had said it, right down to the last letter by signing his name and stamping
it. I thanked him and he left. I paid his bill later.

     Truell thought about it for a minute or two, I think he realised that
if the shares did make a lot of money and we didn't buy, he could be in
trouble. Conversely, we let him off the hook by that statement if they
didn't make any money, so he had no choice really.' Donald sat back very
self pompously and I couldn't help but laugh and congratulate him on out
manoeuvring the solicitor.

     `Let's have some coffee and a brandy or something. You must be thirsty
from all that talking. We can have it by the fire while you tell me the
rest,' I said, getting up and going into the kitchen. Donald put some fresh
logs on the fire, and left just one lamp burning, making the room look all
snug and comfortable. He then poured out two brandies while I poured the
coffee and as he settled down in the chair, I curled up on the floor
between his legs, resting my arm and head on his thigh.

     `Now, where was I?'

     `Hanging Truell out to dry,' I said.

     `No, not really,' he laughed, `I still needed him. Besides, he could
still hang me out to dry if it doesn't work. Abusing my position as
guardian by forcing him to lose a big slice of your inheritance. But I'm
trusting in you and I hope you have great faith in the person who gave you
the information.'

     `I have,' I said quietly, stroking my Chen brooch, hoping and praying
that I was right.

     `It looks lovely,' Donald said, seeing my action, `you must tell me
the story properly.'

     `Later Donald. I want to hear the rest of this one first.' We drank
some coffee and brandy before he continued.

     `He set the brokers to work, there was more than one handling those
particular shares, to sell them by the end of the day's trading. In the
meantime, he worked out roughly what they would fetch and how to set up the
purchase of the shares that you wanted. This was going to be the tricky
bit. To get round certain laws and rules, he wanted to get as many shares
as possible from the proceeds of the sale of the old ones.

     Now this would mean that we would have to split up the purchase by
using proxy buyers, and that would mean getting at least twenty eight
people to give their name as to being the buyer. He didn't think we could
get the whole block under one name, whereas we possibly could by having all
those other names to use. As he would be using the same brokers, there
wouldn't be any connection at the offering of the new shares to different
names.

     So he threw that ball into my court to get twenty eight people to sign
their name as the purchasers. I hope you forgive me for doing this, but the
only way to get that number of people was to ask those in the village if
they would help you. It was very heart warming that everybody wanted to
sign on the dotted line for you.'

     I flushed and nearly started to cry, and I kissed Donald's hand as it
lay near my shoulder.

     `So I got the twenty eight signatures on the forms that Truell had
given me, and had them round to his office before lunch the next day. These
he then split up and let the names be known to the brokers and they were to
use them to buy the shares you wanted at the start of trading on the 2nd
January. It was a close thing, because we only just managed to get all this
out before the offices started to close on New Year's Eve. I then took him
down to the pub and brought him a large port and brandy to steady his
nerves. I had to have one too I might add.'

     `Well done Donald, I'm proud of you. But do go on, what happened
next?'

     `Well, the next day being New Year's Day, I had my service in the
church and to try and extirpate my sins, told the story of Jesus in the
temple and the throwing out of the money lenders. If it worked, I do not
know, but it made me feel a little better. Though on reflection it was the
worse story I could have chosen. But I fretted all day, and the next day
was even worse. I moped about the house waiting for the phone to ring, but
by lunchtime, I couldn't bear the waiting any longer.

     I had a car sent for me and I was in his office by mid afternoon. He
had just put down the telephone when I walked in. Well it's done, he told
me, sitting back in his chair. You are going to have either a very rich
ward, or have just lost around about thirty thousand pounds for her.'

     `That much,' I whistled.

     `That's not all. You now have twenty eight per cent of the shares
issued. To be precise, two hundred and eighty thousand shares out of one
million.'

     `Wow, and all bought at one shilling and sixpence each?'

     `Yes, but I haven't finished. Mr Truell drew up another piece of paper
with which I had to go round everybody again, especially after he had seen
parts of your letter. This was to the effect that they signed over their
shares to the Wiltshire Pride Holding Company, of which Mr. Truell and I
are non executive directors.'

     `Who does this company belong to then?'

     `You!'

     `Oh Donald,' I said, tears starting to run down my face as I kissed
his hand, `I'm so proud of you.'

     `I think you should thank the villagers too,' he said, smiling at me.

     `That I will certainly do, but I can't. You are my guardian,' I said,
coyly, `and you have to oversee what I spend.'

     `Okay you minx, what have you got up your sleeve now?' he laughed.

     `I would like you to make available to every house in the village that
took part, no all, every house, to get fifty pounds each. But to be sure it
goes to the wife and not the husband, because they would use it more wisely
than the men would. They'd be straight down the pub and soon blow the lot.'

     `Okay Fran, I'll see to it,' he laughed, `and now, what is supposed to
happen with these shares. You were a bit vague on this point.'

     `Well, according to my source, in about a week or two, could be as
much as four, there will be a press leak. You know, somebody will let slip
something that will make news in the papers. What, I don't know, but the
shares will then start to rise fast. Now this will happen when I'm back at
sea, so you'll have to handle it again I'm afraid Donald,' I said, giving
his hand a stroke. `I've been told that the value will go somewhere over
two pounds per share.' This time it was Donald who gave out a whistle.

     `Now if this is for real or not, I don't know and I don't want to wait
and try to be greedy, or it could collapse on us. I want you to give
instructions to start selling these shares when it reaches one pound and
nineteen shillings and sixpence, or there abouts. Don't wait for it to
reach the two pound mark. But only in small blocks, we don't want to
advertise this fact, otherwise people might think it's a run and start
dumping theirs, which wouldn't help us. I'm playing this a bit on the safe
side. It might reach as high as two pound five, but let's not gamble that
much. The shares will dip when we sell, but it will buck up a bit before it
collapses, as I have a funny feeling that it will.'

     `I do so hope you are right Fran,' Donald said.

      `So do I Donald, so do I. Now let's go to bed and you can tell me all
about your Christmas, because I nearly cried at my lunch thinking of you.'
He bent his head and gave me a kiss before we got up, and after he damped
down the fire, we went to bed.

                                                           *

     The fire was still going in the bedroom, so he made it up again and we
slowly undressed each other, kissing and letting our erections make friends
again by touching and rubbing against each other as we got close together
before getting under the covers of the bed.

     The covers didn't stay on long before I was nearly stifled when I went
down below, seeking his hard flesh. The room was warm enough for the covers
to be thrown back so that we could lay in the sixty nine position and
gently suck on each other while we fondled the sacs below the objects in
our mouths.

     Even after having emptied his a few hours earlier, they were still
heavy and I gently rolled them in my hand as I gloried in the taste of him,
taking in the sweetness that oozed out as I licked all around the fiery
head of his cock. His mouth on me was starting to make me swell larger, so
I then pumped my hand on his silken shaft and made him come into my
mouth. Sucking at him as the hot seed seared my tongue and slid back into
my throat, feeling that hard knob swell with every pulse beat of his blood
as it did so.

     My own coming was taken in the same way by him, my Donald, sucking and
licking me as I did him, until both our erections began to deflate to
gristly pieces of flesh that seemed like a deflated lump of rubber. But it
was still nice to chew on and roll the end around between your lips.

     Then I reluctantly let him go and turned round in the bed and cuddled
up to him, kissing every part of his face before settling myself down in
his arms once more. He told me of how he had five of the oldest people of
the village down to the vicarage to share his Christmas dinner with him,
that Flora had kindly prepared before going home to finish her own family's
meal. He couldn't have eaten his alone, not after all those years he had
eaten with my aunts and me. The loneliness of it would have been too much
to bear, and because they too enjoyed not being alone at Christmas dinner,
made him happier than he would've been. I fell asleep while he talked, safe
and secure in his arms and really very tired after such a day.

      He was awake, thank goodness, and downstairs when Beatrice arrived,
saying that he just got in and was making up the fire. I was still asleep
when he came up with some coffee for us, leaving Beatrice to prepare
breakfast. He woke me up by sucking on my morning erection till I came,
loving him to see his head bob up and down on me.

     `Come into me Donald,' I begged, leaning over towards the wall so that
my bum was up and facing him. I heard the rustle of clothes and then felt
the cold cream that he had put on, touch me briefly before he slid inside
me. I buried my head into the blankets as he swiftly fucked me, holding me
tight as he came in swift sharp jabs, making my head swirl in happiness as
his sperm coated my insides.

     Then I fell onto the bed when he withdrew and watched him wash at the
basin, loving to see him handle the tool of my desire until he'd put it
away.

     `I want that twice a day at the very least darling,' I said,
stretching my body, `though I'd like it to be inside me all day long if it
were possible.'

     `You're becoming a hussy,' he said, `I hope you're not like this when
you are at sea?'

     `There's no one but you for me Donald. Hey, now that would be a great
idea!' I said, bouncing up on the bed, taking the coffee cup from
him. `Wouldn't it be just heaven if you could take a long, long sea voyage
on my ship! Just think of it! Every night, just the two of us making love
in the middle of the ocean.'

     `I probably wouldn't last the three months,' he laughed, `they'd have
to bury me at sea.'

     `No. But think about it! Couldn't you get a sabbatical or something?
When was the last time you had a holiday, if you've ever had one? Come on,
tell me!'

     `Now you've come to mention it,' he laughed, sitting down on the bed
with his coffee, `I've not had one since I came here, what, it must be
seventeen years ago.'

     `See! Tell the bishop that you need a holiday. Get someone else in for
you to have a well deserved break. They owe it to you, they must,' I cried.

    `Alright,' he laughed, `I'll ask next time I see him.'

     `Huh,' I snorted, `he never comes here, and you never go to see him. I
think he's forgotten about this backwater of England!'

      `Well I couldn't possibly come on this next trip. I've got too much
to do, and it is too short a notice.'

     `The next trip then! Take the money out of our funds. It'll be tax
deductible as it is a donation to the church.'

     `Get up and get dressed,' he chuckled, `breakfast will be ready, and
where did you hear about this tax deductible thing anyway?'

     `Well the ship's library doesn't carry those kind of books, but I do
listen to people when they talk,' I answered, getting off the bed and
putting on my robe. `Just going for a quick shower my sweet,' I said,
giving him a kiss on the nose, `you go down and hold Beatrice back for ten
minutes.'

     I had the quick shower, my bum still tingling from his latest forage
into my meadow. Then I just threw on a few clothes and a quick touch of
make-up, and I joined him downstairs to eat.

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