Sailor's Bluff

The night that had covered David's need and my fetish for seduction subterfuge was passing into the light of a day in which David would continue to be a fucked up Navyman claiming to be about to marry his childhood sweetheart. And I? For me it would be a day in which I was going to ascertain with the young Jordanian woman, Leila, what I already knew—that she was going to be traveling on to the West Coast on the Empire Builder, just as I was—in my private roomette compartment—where, after cultivating her by day, I'd bring her to my private compartment by night and give her a taste of big black cock. Maybe I'd sex her up in coach first just for the thrill of knowing we were doing it in public.