As Ravok approached at a run, Calvo realised that he would need to discuss things with the Lieutenant at greater length, if they were to formulate a coordinated escape plan.Bending, he scooped the lovely black woman in to his arms.
"Play along" he muttered under his breath.
As Ravok slowed to a halt in front of him, Calvo indicated the Lieutenant in his arms with a jerk of his head. "This bitch has inhaled half the sea.Needs tending to. Not that I care. Want me to take care of it? I've had some medical training."
The Lieutenant was playing her part well. She lay limp in Calvo's muscular arms, her back arched, breathing in low, shallow gasps. Her oiled ebony skin shone, her lovely, haughty face twisted with pain, full lips parted. One cup of her swimsuit had slipped, allowing the ex-prisoner a view of dark, crinkled aureola, and the jut of her thick nipple.
Ravok was all smiles as he nodded, evidently delighted that the catch had been saved. "Sure, Calvo, you 'tend' to 'er! We're done fishin' for the day in any case."
Calvo gave a brief nod in reply, turning, carrying the Lieutenant back toward Tombstone and his quarters....
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