On the Riviera-11
Devroe started to speak but was interrupted by a faint knock on the
cabin door.
"Come in."
The door opened and a very old lady entered, maybe seventy, maybe older,
anyway, she was as boney as she was old. Her face was caked with makeup,
rouge, lipstick, you name it. Devroe gave her a huge smile.
"Mrs. Wilson, it's so nice to see you, I heard that you had come
aboard." "How is Mr. Wilson doing?"
The old lady kind of laughed.
"You know how it is Mr. Devroe, you can't slow down time."
She giggled again.
"He can't get it up most of the time, you know?, but I bet he could for
that pretty little thing you got got hanging there."
"Mrs. Wilson, I'd like you to meet Brandi, she's our guest of honor on
this little high seas adventure." "I'm sure that she would be more than
delighted to service your husband in anyway he sees fit."
Brandi had been through a lot these last two days but she was near
losing it now, they couldn't talk about her like she was some common
whore they picked up off the street.
Through sobs of frustration, she screamed at them.
"God damn it, both of you shut up, you can't talk to me like that, I'm
not your whore, just look at me, I'm young and gorgeous, I could be a
centerfold and you two are a skinny old bitch and a fucking aging
businessman."
Mrs. Wilson said something to Devroe that Brandi couldn't hear but she
did see him wink at the old lady and leave the cabin.
Mrs. Wilson stood in front of Brandi who was somewhat calmed down by now
but still pissed off that she was naked and exposed in front of this old
lady.
"In case you'd like to know Brandi, I am bi-sexual."
The young blonde was less than thrilled by this information.
No shit?, old lady, that really makes my day.'
