Bermuda Triangle

Happily, Susan Heck had taken modern dance—she certainly had the legs for it—so Dean slathered her up, using all of the butter he could churn out, while Penn had a more quiet, much more intense and pointed conversation with the mark. When Dean saw Sam Heck’s hand go in guarded fashion to Penn’s knee, he knew it was time to offer Susan a special five-hour beauty work over at the ship’s spa on the ship’s first day docked at King’s Wharf in Bermuda.

Susan was ecstatic at the opportunity and left straightaway from the bar with Dean to check out the spa facilities and schedule her free appointment.

An hour later, when Dean returned to the cabin he shared with Penn, he found Penn waiting for him, all smiles.

“Is he hooked?” Dean asked.

“You betcha. We went almost directly to that men’s room on deck four almost no one uses, and I gave him a blow job in one of the stalls. He’s hot, hot for me and wants to go further.”

“So, which location are we going to use?” Dean asked. “No problem when. As I think you caught, dear little Susie is going to be stuck in the spa for most of the first day we have on Bermuda.”

“I think that isolated grotto at the south end of Horseshoe Bay will do just fine,” Penn answered. “The light’s good there.”