As the boat picked up speed, I pulled Morgan down to lay with me on its wooden bottom. For once, she didn’t argue. I rested on my back, gazing up at the first few twinkling stars visible in the evening sky, and Morgan lay alongside me, her head resting against my chest. Between our relief to be moving, the rocking of the boat, and our exhaustion from two long days at sea, we were asleep within minutes. I awoke to the sound of my name being repeated on urgent cries. It played perfectly into my dream—I had Morgan pressed up against a tree and was thrusting into her from behind. I held her arms stretched high above her head and had the small skirt she’d been wearing bunched at her hips. She arched her back, presenting the pale globes of her perfect ass for my possession. I pounded into her re
