Gabriel
The cruise was lovely. Noel and I decided to get married while standing on the bridge watching the dawn come up over Montserrat. Bob found his level with the Flemmings. He got so carried away with The Circle that he actually proposed marriage to Betsy. She turned him down, but since he professed to love her and since he was the first to do so, Lord and Lady Flemming gave him their permission to take Betsy's virginity. We all watched the proceedings.
Earlier, one night off Jamaica, Bob was fucking Lady Flemming and on a whim, I brought Gerald to him. "Bob," I said, "Gerald would like you to suck his cock." Bob, looking flustered for a moment, obliged, taking Gerald's hard prong in his mouth, then mouth-fucking him to orgasm. As I say, Bob has found himself. He lives in London now.
Ellen and I pooled our money along with some of Noel's and purchased an island in the Carribean, off Tortola. We opened a small boatel and are doing well, in fact we almost have the mortgage paid off. The three of us sleep together in a big bed and every now and then, when some good looking boy who Noel digs comes sailing in, we add him to our bed population. Noel still likes a little of that now and then, and I like him to have it.
We spend one month a year in London as guests of the Flemmings. We fuck and suck our brains out for a month and then return home to our Island. Bob's writing is coming along fine. There is currently a big new book… oh, and one other thing, Ellen is pregnant. We know that Noel's the father, but the kid's first name is going to be either Harry or Sarah.