2020-01-28 - Meeting the Captain's Daughter

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : I need you to answer a question for me.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : What question is that?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : What does one do with a drunken sailor?

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : I think the question is more along the lines of 'what can't one do with a drunken sailor?'

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Well are you supposed to shave his belly with a rusty razor, or put him in bed with the Captain's daughter?

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Opinions vary. Though if I remember right, Captain's daughter was a euphemism for something unpleasant. I know 'kissing the gunner's daughter' meant being flogged over a long gun.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : And this is a punishment

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Yeah, there it is. Captain's daughter meant the cat o' nine tails. And yeah, once upon a time, that was it. There's the old line about how the only real traditions in the Royal Navy were rum, sodomy, and the lash. ....you sound dubious about this being a punishment, I take it?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : You know you take all the fun out of fucking with you when you're so literal

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : I thought that's what you meant. And I am not a man with whom to fuck, am I?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Not when it comes to drinking

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : I told y'all I was an old sailor. Fair warning, fairly given. But you got home safe with your virtue intact, little boy.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : If you think I still have virtue you weren't paying attention

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Little boy though. Cute.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : You're what? 30? Young enough to be my son.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Maybe if you got in there at Prom

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Ha. No. No one's got any blue-eyed bastards they can blame on me, at least.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : But we both know with that blush you'd rather be banging the football team instead of the cheerleaders

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Why must there be an 'instead'? I went to Catholic school, and my tastes are decidedly catholic.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Choir boys and girls in your confessional booth, Padre?

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Well, as the other old joke goes, doubles your chances on a Saturday night.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : That mean you're going to take my confessional?

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Do you have sins you need to confess? I saw that crucifix of yours.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : My priest had to start carrying a dictionary to look up the things I've done

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : You must be desperate for absolution to turn to me, then

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : I just want to see you have to bust out a calculator to tally the hail mary's it's gonna need to cleanse this soul

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : For the mortal stuff, novenas aren't going to do it, my son. That requires mortification of the flesh.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : half the fun of sinning is repenting

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : More than half, I'd say. Speaking as a very experienced sinner.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Don't suppose you have a cossack laying around?

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : I know a few, but they're thousands of miles away in Russia. Now, if you mean cassock....can't say I do. Not handy.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : We'd have to make do with a rosary and some plain clericals.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Clearly you're the sober one.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : That just made me harder than fuck.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : At the moment, yes. Did it really? One finds kink in the most amazing places, but god knows, if there's any sure method to making sure your kid grows up a kinky bastard, it's the Catholic church.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : I blame the spanking until the nuns got wise.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Yeah. I used to think I was a very holy person. Headed for sainthood. Then I realized I wasn't actually supposed to be enjoying the mortification exactly that way.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Exactly what way

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Exactly the way good sons of Mother Church are not supposed to enjoy it.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : You're a fucking tease, Boatswain.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Legacy of a misspent youth. You should've seen me back in the day.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : I think I'd rather have a current demonstration

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : What, a threesome with the Captain's daughter?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : I hear she's begging for it.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : But are you?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : (...)

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : (...)

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Fuck you

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : That's all right. If you aren't the begging type.....I can be.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Did you blush when you typed that?

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Of course.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Show me

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Very well.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : it's followed by an arm's-length selfie. He's sitting on a couch....and yes, he's blushing.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Do you blush everywhere?

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Usually just down to about my heart, depending on how embarrassed I am.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Take off your shirt, I want to see how well I'm doing

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Giving orders already?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Are you telling me no?

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : I should. But....you're drunk and this is entertaining. And I am used to taking orders, after all.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : The next image is clearly a bathroom mirror. He's not facing it straight on, but angled so the left side and arm are forward. There's the sailing ship tattoo visible clearly on his deltoid - the rest of the ink is hard to see, indistinct. The blush is only about to his collarbones.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Nice. Now you know what I want next.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : This is as far as we go, sunshine. I'm easy, but I'm not cheap. What about you? Are you too far gone a sinner to blush?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : I guess you'll have to find out.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Now who's a tease?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Soon

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : What, gonna leave me hanging?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : g2g jerk off to this hot as fuck picture of a sailor I just got before company comes over.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : now the blush really does hit about heart level

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : Good thing for you I'm both cheap and easy.

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : And good thing for you you're easily pleased, it seems.

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : pic in the bathroom mirror, shirt pulled up with one hand to show his abs and a tattoo of words in Spanish on left side, jeans undone to reveal briefs with a wide waistband that says PUMP on it, and a telltale shape of his hardness against the fabric

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : You had me at mortification

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : Hail Mary, full of grace...

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : CU soon Boatswain

(TXT to Cristobal) Joseph : .......how soon are we talking?

(TXT to Joseph) Cristobal : (no response until tomorrow)