Seymour took a final look at the lovely skyline, then headed below decks with high hopes of the distraction of fine wine ...
... and fast women ...
It wasn't until he began to get carried away that he remembered he was a hermaphrodite and females were not a necessary element for his biological imperative. Oh well, what the heck, thought Seymour. By the time the yacht had rounded Siwash Rock and settled into English Bay, Seymour was experiencing fireworks, both figuratively and literally.
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