Chapter 42

The Golden Hour, sometimes called the Magic Hour for photographers, was the point during sunrise and sunset when the light from the sun had a red-orange hue and was generally acknowledged as the single best time to take pictures or film video. For models and cosplayers making their living on the internet, that wasn’t always a functional time to work, but on a trip like this with everyone working towards the same goals, there was a fervent energy to make the best use of the best time.

Unfortunately, that meant that I was awake at 4am, rolling out of bed and pulling on my sweatpants again. Cassidy was awake as well, already in the bathroom and doing her makeup.

“Morning,” I mumbled, sidling up next to her in the cramped little room and whipping my dick out to take a piss.

“Morning, Tiger,” she said, completely uncaring of what I was doing. We’d lived together for years, and while we’d never broached the pooping in front of each other line, peeing was fair game considering our apartments until recently had all been single-bedroom, single-bathroom affairs. Cassidy leaned over and kissed my shoulder, then went back to her makeup.

“I’m gonna go move the boat and find a place to get to land,” I yawned. “Do you need anything from me?”

“Nope,” she said. “We’re going to use our equipment, and Cattie and I don’t have any big props or anything. We just need you to do the photography for our paired shots.”

“OK, sounds good,” I said and kissed Cass on the top of the head before leaving. Out in the hall I could hear noises coming from all three of the other rooms. Terra and JC’s door was open, so I went and knocked. He was sorting through camera equipment on the bed and lifted his head to see me, while I had to assume Terra was in the bathroom since there was a hairdryer running. “Hey, I’m going to move the houseboat, just a heads up.”

“Sweet,” he said, giving me a thumbs up. “And hey, thanks again for moving us last night.”

“No problem,” I said, and tapped the doorframe. “See you up there.”

I went out the back porch and up the stairs onto the top deck, winding my way around the hot tub and the deck chairs towards the Pilot’s cabin. I was halfway through the process of turning over the engine when a soft whistle caught my attention. Looking over at the other houseboat, I saw Becca waving to me. I waved back, then lifted up the radio. “Good morning, Becca,” I said.

“Morning, Robbie,” Becca replied. “Everything go alright over there last night?”

“Everything was great. Some of the animals got a little bit rowdy, but they tuckered themselves out.”

You could see her rock a little bit with a chuckle, but she didn’t broadcast it. “Well, that’s good I guess. Be careful though, I think some of the animals on my boat are starting to go into heat after yesterday. Rumours are starting to spread.”

“Uh-oh,” I said. “Well, I’m sure we can find a way to cool them down. I bet the water is nice and cool this morning.”

“Uh-huh?” Becca asked. “I don’t know, what if a couple of them don’t want to be cooled down?”

“Anyone in particular?” I asked.

She didn’t respond on the radio. Instead, she made the universal blowjob motion at me from across the water. Then she changed the subject. “Have you figured out where you want to try and get to land?”