Turtles in the BVI, female Viagra and new partners

A Hawksbill sea turtle in the BVI

The Photo: A Hawksbill sea turtle on the bottom of a bay in the BVIs. See how well its coloration blends with the bottom flora and fauna. 

Sea turtles in the BVIs: The British Virgin Islands has a Sea Turtle Hunting season December 1st through March 31st. Hunters are legally allowed to harvest Hawksbill and Green Sea Turtles, both endangered animals. Hawksbill turtles (must be 15+inches carapace length) and Green turtles (24 +inches carapace length) but these sizes still put them in the late juvenile / sub-adult age. There is a moratorium on loggerhead turtles, leatherback turtles, & all sea turtle eggs.

Sea turtles are breeding now and interfering with their egg laying is prohibited. Fortunately for us most of their breeding grounds and egg laying beaches are on the northern side of Tortola. So far we have only had only one female, a huge leatherback, come ashore to nest and she is on one end of the beach up against the cliff out of the way where it is sunny during the day. Marvin and I were on the beach after midnight where he was doing his biologic best to breed me when we heard her digging her nest.  We were almost finished so he came (he had already given me my pleasure) and we went to watch her finish digging, lay her eggs and cover them with several feet of sand then reenter the water. She will probably be back with another batch in a few weeks.

There is an active movement to ban the hunting of all varieties and sizes of sea turtles in the BVIs, but they constitute an important boost to the economy during hunting season and they are delicious to eat.     

Flibanserin a female Viagra?: In early June an advisory panel to the USFDA recommended approval of Flibanserin, a drug touted by Sprout Pharmaceuticals to treat Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder (HSDD) in women--a persistent lack of desire for sex. The advisory panel’s 18-6 vote came with stipulations from those in favor that measures be taken to reduce the drug's side effects that can include low blood pressure, fainting, sleepiness and nausea.

HSDD was recognized as a distinct sexual function disorder for more than 30 years, but was removed from the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders in 2013, and replaced with a new diagnosis called female sexual interest/arousal disorder (FSIAD).

In trials for women taking Flibanserin the average number of times they had “satisfying sexual events” rose from 2.8 to 4.5 times a month. The majority of adverse events being mild to moderate and were resolved during the treatment. The most commonly reported adverse events included dizziness, nausea, fatigue, somnolence and insomnia. That’s almost a doubling of satisfying events so for women suffering from FSIAD the side effects may be worth putting up with them. Thank God I’m not one of them!

How Flibanserin works: [from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flibanserin] “The proposed mechanism of action refers to the Kinsey dual control model. Several sex steroids, neurotransmitters, and hormones have important excitatory or inhibitory effects on the sexual response. Among the neurotransmitters, the excitatory activity is driven by dopamine and norepinephrine, while the inhibitory activity is driven by serotonin. The balance between these systems is relevant for a healthy sexual response. By modulating these neurotransmitters in selective brain areas, Flibanserin, a 5-HT1A receptor agonist and 5-HT2A receptor antagonist, is likely to restore the balance between these neurotransmitter systems. 5-HT1A receptor activation likely plays a significant role in the empathogenic effects of serotonin releasing agents (SRAs) like MDMA ("Ecstasy") as well.”

“Flibanserin is a 5-HT1A receptor agonist and 5-HT2A receptor antagonist that had initially been investigated as an antidepressant. Preclinical evidence suggested that Flibanserin targets these receptors preferentially in selective brain areas and helps to restore a balance between these inhibitory and excitatory effects.”

HPV inoculations and biocides: Fortunately all the new girls have had their Gardasil shots and because of the high number of male partners we are all sharing we are using a new biocide from Labia Labs, a major improvement to DiveGel+ called DiveGel++. The new formulation of silicone lube can be safely used with silicone cervical barriers for dive-sex and is easier to remove from lingerie and swimsuits, but of course a silicone lube isn’t conducive to cunilingus unless the lube is applied afterward. The lube also has an improved vaginal pH balance and the biocide is more effective with no side effects.  

The new men’s sexual education continues: In my post for May 31, 2015 I mentioned five couples who had come down for the women (who are friends or Taryn’s at Cambridge) to get a bit of sun and a few hours of familiarization training as ‘Hostesses’ at a fetish club this summer since they want to experience the fetish community first hand as background for their study of medicine and eventually psychiatry. The men in my circle as well as the boyfriends they brought with them are keeping the new girls filled with fresh semen. But it is the five new STI screened men that my circle and I were particularly pleased to have joined us. While they have great sexual stamina they aren’t all that worldly though several of them think they are the world’s gift to women.

For me there is nothing more erotic that taking a new unprotected man inside me for the first time and the few after that are marvelous as well as I learn his lovemaking technique, especially if he is well endowed. As this is written I’m CD10 and fertile and should ovulate on Friday the 12^th so I need to be sure I’m protected with a cervical barrier of some sort as I enjoy the new scent, the color of their eyes and hair, the feel of them grasping my hips or shoulders to hold me in position while they work on my G-spot or thrust into my anterior fornix squeezing his glans when I have a Reflexions flat spring diaphragm inserted and his thrusting rubs the anterior rim against my G-spot. For most encounters I can delay my most intense orgasms to have the contractions occur when he is ready and we tip over the edge into toe curling, gasping, screaming ecstasy together.

Bea has set all the new men back on their heels. When an 18 y/o who appears to be an ingénue milks a man’s penis when he takes her to bed for the first time thinking he is going to show her what sex with a man is all about it can be a shock to his masculinity.  On their first encounter she always mind-fucks him, giving him pompoir and it’s usually the first time for him! She can quickly have a man on a psychological penis leash if he isn’t careful as they can easily become addicted to her amazing muscular encounters and become in thrall to her grip. Fortunately she hasn’t had her head turned by the effect she has on men, at least not yet.

Service school: The five Cambridge grad students who have come to me for ‘hostess familiarization training’ as Taryn called it are all popping 500mg fast acting capsules of acetaminophen because of what one called pelvic trauma. I had cautioned them to try to avoid bruising of the mons pubis from a partner’s too forceful thrusting when his pelvis slams into hers, but for some it takes personal experience to drive the lesson home, in a manner of speaking.

The trainees were told to bring three pairs of 5” pumps (stripper heels) as well as at least one pair of good quality leather ballet-boots which they were fitted for at the Blackthorn fetishwear shop. The boots are custom made by a cobbler in London. They are well made of good leather, provide plenty of ankle support and the heels won’t break or come off easily nor will the reinforced toe-boxes collapse. The boots aren’t up to Gepetto’s standards, but they only cost £350 rather than the £2,000 that his would cost. I am very pleased how well their ballet-boots fit and they come with a quarter of a stress ball in the toe-boxes. It only took two sessions to teach them that the boots have to be laced extremely tight to grip the instep. Correctly laced 90% of the wearer’s weight is supported by the instep being wedged between the tongue and laces and the shank of the boot while the remaining 10% is on her toes pressed into the stress ball. They are actually doing very well wearing them, becoming accustomed to walking confidently in them and the thick leather of the shafts provide good ankle support. They can keep up during our regular 30 minute ballet-boot exercise session where my wards and I walk around the house wearing heel guards to protect the floors and carpets and up and down stairs to keep our feet and legs used to the needs of ballet-boot wearing.

I would have liked the girls to also train in pointe-shoes as that is a skill that few hostesses have and would increase their desirability, but while they had all taken ballet and a year or two of pointe they do not have the muscles nor stamina for hostessing en pointe and there is no time to build up the needed strength and flexibility in their legs, feet and ankles. We started with the easiest shoes first being penetrated from behind while in stripper heels while bent over with the hands griping the knees. This also gave the students some relief from being penetrated from the front where their bruised pubic bones would almost certainly be hit. And now we have progressed to being entered from the rear while standing in ballet-boots either bent over holding on to a barre, chair back or counter top, or just bent over holding on to her knees, but that takes much better balance than when entered that way in stripper heels. 

Diving Lost Cove,

A classic diving thong bikini

The Photo: A classic style with a thong bottom that can easily be pulled to one side for missionary entry with no plastic or metal that can break or gets uncomfortable in the sun and leave strange tan lines. The halter doesn’t get in the way of a tank harness and the underwire provides support when my breasts are full and I need to be milked.

The flight from McCarran to St Thomas: It was a scramble but we departed McCarran at 10:00 PM (PDT) and arrived on St Thomas at about 8:30 AM Eastern Daylight time. I thought the Gemini might delay us but they surprised me by arriving early and sticking as close as possible to the Swan Twins. Staying focused we managed to easily make our 10:00 PM departure time.

The flight distance LAS to IAD = 2,066 miles. At about 550 mph from McCarran to Dulles flight time is about 4 hours less the time made up riding a tailwind from the jet stream, so about 3 to 3.5 hours. Then there was an hour on the ground to pick up Fiona, Cyndi and Maj. Tree.

The flight distance from Dulles (IAD) International Airport to Cyril E. King Airport (STT) on St Thomas is 1610 miles.  The flight time at 550 mph is slightly less than three hours. So say 3.5+1.0+3.0= 7.5 hrs. total travel time from Vegas to St Thomas.  

Sailing from St Thomas to Virgin Gorda: When we landed it was in the mid 70s and raining. We taxied into a hanger where after going through customs (an agent came to us) we transferred our things into three SUVs and took the short drive down to the pier at Krum Bay and the crew of the Wanton Lass IV had us aboard in less than five minutes and cast off from the pier at about 9:00 AM. There was a good bit of wind with guests to 20mph and the sea was choppy. We went east passing south of St Thomas, St John, Tortola and virgin Gorda before going around the eastern end and into North Sound to Lost Cove. The yacht was on its diesel engines as we were sailing almost directly east and the winds were coming from the east. It’s a good sixty or seventy nautical miles for the southern sweep all the way around and into North Sound and at 7 kts against the wind it took us until evening to get to Lost Cove. Fortunately no one got seasick. Again I thought the Gemini might, but they did wonderfully well with the Swan twins enjoying the meals prepared by the chef and sex with the twins and they are really good about helping do whatever needed to be done.

Settling in: We’d eaten aboard the Wanton Lass and the house staff came down to the beach to welcome us and  take our luggage to our rooms so we had unpacked and settled in by 11:00 PM. Sunday morning the women began our morning ballet class at 8:00 AM so we don’t get too far off our routines and out of shape during our vacation. Then we went diving in the cove. Jack and I checked the outflow of the aquifer that feeds fresh water into the bay through an old lava tube and found the flow strong and cold from all the recent rain.

Her Grace is fitted for dive-sex protection: The Duchess (call me Alice) called before we went diving and wanted a diaphragm fitting from Chris when she came for dinner so she arrived early. I asked why she wanted a diaphragm fitted at her age and she said she wanted to try dive-sex with Colin, her current lover, as she had heard so much about it when we women all got together on earlier trips and Colin is keen to partner her. She wanted me there with her during the fitting so when her sailboat entered the cove in the early afternoon Chris and I were on the beach to greet her. She is in her late sixties, but is in marvelous shape and hardly looks a day over forty and she has a Swiss specialist for vaginal rejuvenation treatments so isn’t suffering from vaginal dryness as so many post-menopausal women do. Chris took us to a back bedroom that I’d had converted to a Gyn exam room with an exam table with stirrups and lights and Alice put on an exam gown and got up on the table. Chris did a thorough pelvic exam palpating her uterus and feeling her ovaries and checking that she had a pronounced post-pubic vault suitable for wearing a diaphragm. He said later that she has wonderfully healthy vaginal rugae soft and flexible and the muscle tone of a twenty-five year old ballet dancer. She wanted Colin present during her fitting and he was, as she believes the man should know as much about female dive-sex protection as the woman.

Chris fit her with an 85mm latex Reflections flat spring which, as returning readers know, is the best type to use for dive-sex as it is nearly impossible to under-thrust so is ideal for flood insurance which is needed even for menopausal women who still have their uterus. Forty years ago when she married the Duke she used an Ortho White coil spring rim for contraception and all her pregnancies were planned so it was just a matter of familiarizing her with the diaphragm again. She walked around with it inserted for a minute or two and made certain she could urinate freely with the diaphragm in place and practiced inserting and removing it several times and had the hang of it right away. I showed her the 10ml prefilled disposable applicators of a silicone base spermicide/biocide, DiveGel+, used in the dome as spermicide and in the vagina as a lubricant for dive-sex as water base lubes and natural lube quickly washes away during underwater sex. And she left the exam room with the Reflexions and DiveGel+ inserted.

Diving the Duchess: Then Jack and I took her and Colin out to her boat to get their gear and then to the Wanton Lass and we put on SCUBA (the Duchess and Colin are both diving OTS Guardian FFMs just like the rest of us) and breathing regular air from 80 cuft HP steel tanks. Alice and I each taking an ankle leash to tether ourselves to two of the ten two-hundred pound concrete shackle blocks that had been positioned across the shallow (30 to 40 ft.) portion of the cove so we can tether ourselves and not be tumbled around or carried out of the cove by the current while our attention is directed elsewhere.

Once Alice was safely tethered to a shackle block and inflated her BC a bit to keep the tether tight we left her and Colin to enjoy themselves while we gave them a bit of privacy. Jack and I went to another block and I clipped my ankle leash into the shackle and inflated my BC to hold me snug at the end of my tether. We all had clickers to sound if any of us got in trouble, but there was no trouble just marvelous nearly weightless sex…

Jack began fondling me and I forgot all about Alice and Colin. I spread my labia and Jack entered me and I gasped as with a single stroke he thrust as deep as he could. I adjusted my hips and he thrust again as I guided him into my anterior fornix stretching the translucent latex membrane of my Reflexions over my cervix on one side and his glans on the other.  And while he held my hips and thrust into me we enjoyed the sights and sounds of dive-sex; the hiss of gas being sucked through our demand valves, the roar of our bubbles rushing to the surface from our exhalations and our gasps, moans and my mewing as he caressed my G-spot to a bone melting orgasm and strong contractions that caused him to plant his seed inside me with five brutally powerful thrusts while I watched his face through the lens of his mask fascinated as my beautiful man inseminated me.

Mother’s Day feast: For our Mother’s Day evening meal Jack had 50 lbs of rack of black-faced lamb sent to my place on Virgin Gorda. And Paul brought three doz. large West Indian langouste (West Indian spiny lobsters with no claws) caught around a large coral reef just outside the entrance to Lost Cove. Grilled after splitting and seasoned and eaten with drawn butter the langoustes were delicious, but they aren’t as large or sweet as Mane lobsters. The rack of lamb, served with mint jelly, was so tender you could cut it with a fork. And for desert we had home made mango ice-cream.

Diving the cove: The water in lost Cove is a combination of warm (75° F or warmer) salt water entering from the Caribbean through North Sound and relatively pure (65°F) fresh water from the aquifer draining a major portion of Virgin Gorda. In the depression into which the aquifer empties the fresh water is densest and is on the bottom while the warmer sea water floats on top of the fresh. At the depth of thirty feet where the aquifer depression meets the cove floor there is an upwelling of cold fresh water along the north side of the cove bottom that mixes to some extent with the sea water. This leads to a situation where a diver weighted for the majority of the cove area will be significantly over weighted if s/he drops below thirty feet in the area of the aquifer outflow depression. A way to compensate while retaining the heavier weight set is to wear a buoyancy compensator with enough lift to handle the fresh water over-weight situation. For those who care about water temperature, salinity and density see: http://www.csgnetwork.com/h2odenscalc.html which says in part:

“The density of pure water is 1000 kg/m3. Ocean water is more dense because of the salt in it. Density of ocean water at the sea surface is about 1027 kg/m3. There are two main factors that make ocean water more or less dense than about 1027 kg/m3. The first is the temperature of the water and the other us the salinity of the water. Ocean water gets more dense as temperature goes down. So, the colder the water, the more dense it is. Increasing salinity also increases the density of sea water. Less dense water floats on top of more dense water. Given two layers of water with the same salinity, the warmer water will float on top of the colder water. However, temperature has a greater effect on the density of water than does salinity. Hence, a layer of water (pycnocline) with higher salinity can actual float on top of water with lower salinity if the layer with higher salinity is quite a bit warmer than the lower salinity layer.”

The fresh water outflow causes a potentially dangerous situation on the north side of the cove where the cold water  current has scoured a depression all the way out to the sound in which the current is about 2 kts regardless of what the tide is doing above the outflow. So anything caught in the outflow current will be quickly washed into the sound.

Rash guard: In most cove locations, with the exception of the aquifer outflow, the water is so warm that even at a depth of 30 feet we are comfy wearing Spandex rash guards which differ from swim shirts in that they are tight fitting and have flatlock stitching and six panel construction for strength, comfort and increased flexibility. Because I have red hair and light skin I like the fact that even the white rash guards I prefer have at least an SPF of 50.

 

 

Virgin Gorda, other’s misfortune and me

A woman before the dive on which she miscarried

Others misfortune and me: Having recently found that I’m descended from ancient British roots on both sides of my family I think that my genetic heritage may explain why I have the cravings for thrills and risk taking I do. For more about that see my January 9, 2012 post: The Winter Solstice and other Holidays.

Some time ago a good friend and faithful reader asked why I crave taking risks for thrills and write about violence, death and tragedy. It’s taken me a while to think about that and until recently I wasn’t sure I had an answer. My therapist (unaware of my family history until recently) thought I had a death wish because I seem to gravitate to the most extreme sexual encounters involving breathplay while wearing a gasmask and rebreather bag or during dive-sex or some other bizarre sexual encounter to get my thrills and he’s still not entirely convinced otherwise.

By wearing pointe shoes as standard footwear (a fairly harmless kink) while at work as my ballet companies AD and choreographer or in the boardroom of the company I own and even while shopping I’m not only able to enjoy my pointe-shoe fetish in public, but have developed a public persona that projects my artistic ability. While within the business community my rivals who thought the ‘cunt in toe-shoes’ would be a pushover discovered how wrong they were when I handed them their asses in one business deal after another when the real-estate and casino bubble burst here four years ago.

My shrink still thinks my fetish for wearing ‘death rubber’ (which I’ve managed to collect from the bodies of women who died during sexual encounters) reflects my need to make up for the loss of my mother when I was a child. He sees my belief that the dead owner’s Chi (which still inhabits such an intimate rubber device) provides me with her spiritual protection when I insert it in my vagina, as a psychological coping device which calms my fears and gives me confidence in my ability to get through dangerous situations safely. I think there is far more to it than that since wearing death rubber seemingly has protected me from serious injury in difficult situations since I began wearing it about five years ago. I’ve been tested by endocrinologists for chemical imbalances and every test has been within ‘normal’ limits so I’m thinking my craving for danger is hereditary and I’m sensitive to the ancient beliefs that every item has certain powers that can be used by sensitives to advance their own devices and desires.

In Vegas I seem to have been passed over for the contract to tidy up after most of the Organization’s periodic efforts to discourage others from encroaching on the profitable portions of their diversified businesses. Or, perhaps they are just using more stealth and guile rather than blunt force. That’s not as much of a loss as it might first appear as I have become so busy with other projects that Organizational clean-up was becoming a problem for me. But I’m still being called when the cleanup involves women so my access to a primary source of death rubber is still in tact which I’m relieved to know.

The dangers of diving while pregnant: The men with us in the Caribbean were Chris (with Cyndi), Chuck, who is our Gyn (with Anya) and Jack (Lord John) with me. I try never to travel w/o a Gyn since we are all so sexually active especially since Chuck saved Cyndi’s life. It was nearly three years ago when Cyndi had her miscarriage while diving the cove with Chris who was then her bodyguard and lover, when she was almost 15. Long time readers may remember my writing about it at the time in my blog entry on Yahoo 360 for January 12, 2009. She was on the pill and hadn’t realized she was pregnant and while in the pit she began to cramp and hemorrhage as she miscarried. Fortunately Chris got her to the surface as we were entering the cove and Chuck was able to stop the bleeding and administer antibiotics until she could be seen by her family’s doctor who was flown in by RAF fighter jet from the UK.

This time we had The Wanton Lass IV, His Graces sailboat, that’s docked at Spanish Town meet us at Charlotte Amalie on St Thomas where we landed ‘Limnaea’, my G550, at Cyril E. King (STT) with its 7,000 ft runway, and take us around to the north side of Virgin Gorda where we anchored it in the cove as a diving platform. The next morning (after ballet class for the women) we took the Lass’s zodiac out to the yacht disappointed that another boat had come in to ‘my’ cove after dark and anchored for the night. The young couple was already in dive gear as we arrived and after a brief hello they began diving the cove as we boarded the Wanton Lass. Most of the cove bottom is sand at a depth of 60 feet after a steep drop-off from the beach except for the south western end which drops off to 100 -120 feet and has the aquifer emptying into the pit which reduces the salinity of the water there and the current has cut a deep channel that leads out of the cove to the edge of the shelf and empties into much deeper water.

After we put on our dive gear we entered the water and as we began our descent we could see the woman was in trouble and her partner was trying to get her out of the pit, but they were caught in the current. Neither of them was wearing a buoyancy compensator and were over weighted for the fresh water they found themselves in. By the time Chuck, Chris and I got to them the man had dropped his weight belt and was struggling to keep the reg in the woman’s mouth while trying to unfasten her weight belt as they were being swept into the channel and out to sea. Chris helped the man while Chuck, Jack and I grabbed the woman and we all inflated out vests to rise out of the channel so we could swim out of the current. Once we were out of the current we ascended to the surface and had the zodiac come and pick us up. We took the couple aboard the Lass and stripped off the woman’s wetsuit. She had water in her lungs but managed to get most of it out while cramping severely and passing fetal tissue.

Once she had passed the fetus and got her lungs cleared she said she had no idea she had been pregnant. From the size of the fetus it was about two or three months old. She was on Lybrel and had been taking diet pills that speeded up her metabolism which flushed the contraceptive hormones out of her body so quickly that the amount of hormones in Lybrel weren’t able to prevent her from ovulating. Chuck cleaned her up, made sure she wasn’t bleeding and gave her a five day supply of a powerful antibiotic and said she should see a doctor at a OB/Gyn clinic in Road Town on Tortola about a half days sail away to see if she needed a D&C. The couple had rented their boat at Road Town so they knew the way and began their return immediately.

Going diving in the BVIs

Deep Bay North Sound Virgin Gorda

Virgin Gorda: Next weekend my Inner circle and I are going to my place on the North Sound of Virgin Gorda for two weeks. Most of the dive gear has already been sent ahead as have our contraceptive supplies: Spare diaphragms in our sizes, DiveGel+, Semécide, FC2s, the new EC med ella and Mifeprex just in case something unexpected happens. It shouldn’t, but with contraception nothings is 100% effective.

We can’t land Limnaea at Beef Island on Tortola (now called the Terrance B. Lettsome International airport) because it only has a 4,600 ft runway so we will Land at St Thomas which has a 7,000 ft runway that can handle the G550 and take a turbo-prop over to Tortola and have a gorgeous sail boat pick us up for the final leg to Virgin Gorda. Cyndi’s grandmother, the Duchess, who lives in a large estate on Virgin Gorda year round, is lending us an under-housekeeper to open and run the staff with six hand picked and experienced islanders so things should be well in hand when we get there.

Wanton Lass IV: The Duchess is also lending us His Graces 95 foot sailboat ‘Wanton Lass IV’ for the duration of our stay. Since this is high-season there I offered to pay but she said the Duke insisted since Fiona, his daughter and Cyndi’s mom, told him how well I’m guiding Cyndi in her education and feminine skills. The Duchess, speaking of her husband, said “The old satyr probably wants to sleep with you!” and I imagine she’s right because I’m sure Fiona has entertained him with stories of our lesbian sexual exploits as well as the number of men I serviced during last years Super Bowl party.

Miss Willoughby and other Guests: Returning readers who read my 360 blog may remember Miss Willoughby, Taryn’s old tutor when she lived with Sal. When Taryn (who is now at Trinity college Cambridge) enrolled at St Lucy’s Miss Willoughby accepted a teaching position there and has been a positive influence on Cyndi and Gigi. Miss W. will be going with us to keep Cyndi and Gigi current with their studies. She is taking her boyfriend, Ashton, along who is a Gyn in town. So we will have two Gynecologists along which is just about right for six very sexually active women.

Also going are, in no particular order: (1) Cyndi & Chuck (a Gyn at our clinic), (2) Anya & Chris (3) Diané & Peter, (4) Gigi & Jon, a young escort who is making a name for himself and (5) Jacques & me which will nearly fill the plane. Returning readers will remember Chris as the SAS officer who impregnated Cyndi and was with her when she miscarried on a dive in my cove in the North Sound. Fortunately Chuck and I were diving the area when Chris called for help and Chuck saved her from bleeding to death

Alain’s condition: A reader asked if Alain is recovering well from his heart attack that occurred during his encounter with Gigi. While hospitalized he had aspiration pneumonia from getting vomit in his lungs, but is almost over that and is getting stronger by the day. His wife flew out and is taking care of him in a pool bungalow at the Hotel/casino while he works on a components contract with a large West Coast manufacturer of ordinance. His doctors object to his working, but he insists. He and his wife should be returning to Paris at the end of next week. He had two stents placed shortly after he was admitted so he is much healthier than he was and so far there seems to have been no lasting damage to his heart. But it may be too soon to tell for sure.