Chapter 41

The succeeding day was a blur of activity. After breakfast the entire community of interests gathered to help with the gravy holder project. We divided into two mathematical group : one, headed by Patricia, concentrated on collecting palm leaves and weaving them into matting to later sew into sails. The other, captained by Horace, chopped trees and bamboo in order to create a framework to lash on top of the hatful. This would permit a rigid bodily structure onto which we would tie mast and cruise, rigging, rudder, and daggerboards. Patricia had designed the thing on a objet d'art of paper salvaged from the plane, and after showing it to Horace, he took on the carpentry tasks. The two seemed to have reached an uneasy cease-fire ; they were obviously attracted to one another, but the man's pride and his niggling problem were an insurmountable obstruction between them, it seemed.

I pitched in on the edifice fortune, while Janie and Joelle added their sweat to the sailmaking. We all put in a wax break of day's work, feeling energized by the group purpose. By lunchtime we had made meaning progress, and we had every hope we might be finished the next day. We broke for a meal and some rehydration, and I ate with Janie and Joelle.

Janie gave me a minuscule hell while we lunched, telling Joelle about my nude statue modeling the previous evening for hand-job instruction. The endearing nursemaid was intrigued by the story, and seemed miffed she had missed the fun.

"God, I wish I'd been there,"she said."I would have liked to cause learned some better proficiency. I'm still pretty inexperienced when it comes to men, despite the just efforts of you two. Plus, it sounds like it was a really aphrodisiac demonstration."

"Oh, it was pretty invigorating, I'd say,"Janie laughed."I had to get myself off to go to kip. Dave was all used up and was no secure to me."Joelle giggled, blushing."But I picked up a few Spanish pointer from Tran,"Janie continued."Maybe I can exhibit you some fourth dimension. I'm sure Dave wouldn't creative thinker a repeat engagement."

No, he would most certainly not, I thought, entranced by the theme. One of my preferent two women teaching the former one how to jerk me off ? How could I say no ?

After lunch, the construction crews reassembled to fetch up the undertaking. Now that the with child, more labour-intensive work was done, Janie and Dkembe decided that they could spare Joelle and me, and most of the kids, for the sex-ed lesson I had proposed yesterday. After I had explained to Joelle and Dkembe my concerns about the ignorance of some of the new island-dwellers, combined with increasing sexual activity in our residential district, they agreed that we needed to get pretty explicit about the facts of life, and more importantly the facts of unexpected pregnancy. So the two of us in our capacity as medical professionals were assigned to the labor.


Seeing as how the main beach was taken up by all the bodily process surrounding the boat-building, I decided we needed to get hold an alternative location in order to be undisturbed. Pondering the subject matter, and recalling Joelle's recent rousing while hearing about my exploit with Tran the day before, I got a whimsy that would make the solid process a little more interesting.

"Let's all head over to the other beach,"I said."We'll have some public security and quiet over there."Grabbing some towels and blankets to sit on, we trooped to the forest to the other side of the island.

Our students consisted of all the new ethnic music on the island, with the exception of Emily. God knew she needed no foster teaching regarding the birds and bees ; The Virgin and Danielle had that Angle covered pretty well. Joelle and I led them to the eastern beach and emerged from the hobo camp at the cubby.

"This is the bare beach,"said William slyly."Should we take off our clothes ?"He eyed the girls hopefully as he said it.

"Yes, I think so,"I said."After all, we're here to memorize about the human body. You might as well see it."

"What ? !"Joelle said incredulously."You want us to do this naked ?"

I felt a minuscule bad springing it on her, but I knew if she'd had clip to recollect about it she would have freaked out even more.

I looked at her seriously."Joelle, we're on a tropical island. It's always at least 80 stage. We have a limited quantity of wear, and we're erosion less and to a lesser extent of it every day. We're here to teach the kids about sex. I think we can agree that nakedness is not that inordinate under the circumstances."

"I…. I guess,"she said hesitantly."It's just, I've never been to this beach. I mean, not naked—during the day. And not in movement of other people."I could tell she was now remembering our night here with Janie, but I understood what she meant.
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And, unfortunately that 's as far as I can go. Apparently, due to the new more belligerent content restrictions, the remainder of this chapter, and the shoemaker's last 6 in the series ( already nearly done ! ) are no longer deemed appropriate for publication on this site.

After all these month of study, and all the musical accompaniment I 've received, it seems a disgrace to blockade now, but that 's the way it goes. If anyone has any ideas on where I can publish the all over serial publication let me know in the comments. Otherwise I may try to follow one of AnnaSiciliana 's suggetions from her close post. If I find a plate for the story, I 'll take place word of honor on here.

I 've got a couple of ideas for short stories that may end up here in the future.

Thanks for reading !

Paperbackwriter

( PS -- I assume that 's where chapters 9,10 and 11 went : the censor 's trash bin )