The Great Sael Adventure 1
Racing against time, you and the Commodore empty the water out of the catamaran, and the big heavy buckets sure are helping. Sweat and rain run down your faces as salty splashes from the ocean blind you. You feverishly rush to bail the water out, and you seem to be succeeding!
Noticing your... success... the Commodore—being a nifty man—removes his rubberized undergarments. He easily glides a silky pair of form-fitting trousers down his muscular, sea-sculpted thighs—a task that would normally seem difficult with the rain and sweat sticking to his skin. He unabashedly removes his glistening underwear, revealing his appendage, the tip of which is scintillating in the stormy moonlight.
You feel flushed, watching the Commodore strip in seeming slow-motion. Your heart races and your stomach churns as you stop bailing the water out of the hull. The Commodore stands before you, majestically half-robed, his Herculean body and Athenian wit turning your body hot despite the cold rainwater.
The Commodore slaps the undergarments onto the hole in the hull, where they stick with unnerving ease. They are very specialized in that they are self-adhering; they automatically adhere to any surface, including the Luseal (or the Commodore). The Commodore beams, wiping his hands on his knees, and exclaims, "Ah yes, these old boys have saved me during many a wild adventure!"
Noticing your... success... the Commodore—being a nifty man—removes his rubberized undergarments. He easily glides a silky pair of form-fitting trousers down his muscular, sea-sculpted thighs—a task that would normally seem difficult with the rain and sweat sticking to his skin. He unabashedly removes his glistening underwear, revealing his appendage, the tip of which is scintillating in the stormy moonlight.
You feel flushed, watching the Commodore strip in seeming slow-motion. Your heart races and your stomach churns as you stop bailing the water out of the hull. The Commodore stands before you, majestically half-robed, his Herculean body and Athenian wit turning your body hot despite the cold rainwater.
The Commodore slaps the undergarments onto the hole in the hull, where they stick with unnerving ease. They are very specialized in that they are self-adhering; they automatically adhere to any surface, including the Luseal (or the Commodore). The Commodore beams, wiping his hands on his knees, and exclaims, "Ah yes, these old boys have saved me during many a wild adventure!"