Candid

Randi tells Deximo, her "new boyfriend", that he should help himself to some rum while she steps out for a bit, but only if he promises not to make any deals with her captain, Iris, while she's gone.

Weee...

No, Iris was not pleased at all... Something had been planned for this evening and it was starting to unravel for Iris... or "Her Grace" as some of her schoolmates refer to her...

Finally, the mocha-toned Giguess Maelie arrived for the shoot, with her a few more of the Purple Pelican's latest sexy nightwear... as we will see, almost none of what she brought was donned...

Genna never misses her favorite game show on the Islands' tiny broadcast station, Matchmaker.

She watched them as they slowly dissipated, one of them flipping me off. Then I had to figure out what was up with my cousin. Mr. Professional Photographer. Not without a little advice for Gigi.

"You should cool it with the porno jokes for a while, hon," I advised.

"I wasn't joking. I would so do that."

"With Deximo?"

"With anyone who'll pay me enough to stay here. I can't keep pretending to be Johnson's baby sister..."

Ah...

"He must be into that on the side, Jozzy. You can tell me... Or know someone who is?"

"Wow... some of them are cute... well... that one over there..."

"As cute as Johnson?" I had to ask.

She drooped a little, "No... I love him so much... but... I'm so... fucking..."

"It's the rum. You'll get over it."

I shooed the peepers away and pulled Gigi back behind the display boxes.

The giggling and candid conversation was halted abruptly with a gasp.

"There's people watching us!"

Gigi squealed, but instead of trying to cover up or hide, she teeter-tottered on her fetish heels to the window and started waving like a beauty queen in a parade.

"Men! Look at them all!"

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It was the first time I had a chance to see what made my cousin ejaculate, if indeed he did.

"He's really nice, you know," Gigi said, matter-of-factly. "He really is professional."

I nodded.

"I mean... most guys would be... well... never mind..."

I had to ask. It just had to be asked.

"Are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Um... how to I put this," I pondered aloud, "Flirtatious?"

"I don't know what got into me. I was just sittin' around drinking some of Johnson's rum and watching his porno when you came over..." Read more »