Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... We talked when we needed to. We talked about what we needed to. And Verina didn't talk at all being in shock after the attack.

In that time the war beyond our reef proceeded apace. The sea around my island had become a Japanese lake. Going up to the rim of the crater every day I could see a constant stream of ships and boats all flying the rising sun on their fantails. The air was of course dominated by the Japanese.

There were some battles in the area during January and then things quieted down. But the only planes and ships we saw were Japanese so we knew who had won those battles.

Every now and again I'd listen to the radio and find out how the war was going and it wasn't good.

Leaving the island was out of the question unless I could get the boat working again. My leg was not yet interested in doing everything I wanted from it so I made the repairs I could and I left the holes in the hull alone for now. Most of the windows in the wheelhouse were smashed so I just used the hatch covers for the time being. The binnacle was shot up and there was no fixing it. Same with the transmitter. Not that it would have done anything more than tell the Japanese where we were.

February 1942 opened up with Leslie bitching at me on day one about how I was a drunk and wasting time with the repairs and so on and so forth. We ended up having a real Donnybrook which culminated in her grabbing my bottle of gin and sucking down a few shots. After that she was my drinking buddy ...

... and now that I wasn't drinking alone I was drinking less.

Now one of the things that happened all on its own was the matter of living arrangements. The ladies preferred the more comfortable living quarters on land and I'll admit they were nicer than being aboard all the time. Myself, I always felt more at home on Galene than anywhere else. Which meant I typically slept alone.

The next thing that matters here is that in the Bismarck Sea region it's the rainy season from December to March and that means it rains every day starting around four in the afternoon and sometimes running all night. Thunder and lightning is part of the free floor show. Which means everything is wet almost all the time and the humidity is impressive.

If you're not out in the sun then it's wise to keep the clothing to a minimum and all of my female guests eventually figured this out. The wool dresses and assorted unmentionables got packed away, the dress jackets got packed away too.

The Germans had left behind a sizable store of plain white cotton shirts when they'd departed the place. Even after twenty years the shirts were fresh as the day they'd been packed because the Germans had packed them in lead sealed cans.

It didn't take the ladies too long to figure out that the cotton shirts were a lot more practical than wool suits in this climate. But white is not something you wear during a war. I showed the ladies how to make a brown dye from tree bark and in short order I had six attractive ...