Time would aid me to forget my Lady Haversock. The sad experience with her possibly would turn out for the good, for never again would I fall in such stupid position with a female.
When the captain freed me we climbed on deck, he behind me up the ladder, and as we got near the top his hand, coming up and resting on the crack of my buttocks, halted me.
I felt his fingers love my buttocks, forefingers seeking my anus. And I heard him say, “There are no women on board, you know. We men must seek friendship and love in each other, you know.”
I laughed, happy to be free. “When there are no cunts, the men must substitute,” I said.
His forefinger punched my asshole through my heavy trousers. “You are a man of great intellect and understanding, Jonathan,” he said. “We climb now, n'est pas?”
“To your bed,” I said, and continued upward.