Then she had explained to him that it was one of the places that made women feel good when men touched it.Then she had watched his eyes flick back dow... to the entrance of her vagina."I still don't think a man's penis would fit in such a tiny, little hole," she remembered him repeating himself. "You mean that my thing could fit in it and it wouldn't hurt you or anything?" Yes, it would," she remembered saying. Rather fatalisticly, she now recalled."I still don't think so." It would," she had. There was something not right."Is it his father, or an Uncle, that keeps Agent Woods in the agency?" I ventured."You should be glad no recruiters are around to hear questions like that." I was thinking of joining the CIA, myself." Oh?" You said they have all the toys," I said with a grin.He chuckled at that and then got down to business."John, the other agents will be here in," looking at his watch, "about an hour and a half." I thought they would be here in an hour ... well, an hour from when. "You think the men can keep from fuckin'up?" D'know." A shrug. "S'the firs'time we tried it s'way. Might do good t'remind evry'n 'fore w'get there."Barrad sighed, shuddered at the lazy slurring. "I was thinkin' the same thing." S'gonna be might'diff'rn't fr'm now'n." Yes it is." The pirate captain glanced from beneath his cloak at the men riding on top of the cage behind him, and at some of the men clinging to the tops of other carts. "We've been in hiding for far too long... I just hope th'men. I can’t.’ the last said with her voice breaking on a sob. Gathering her to him, his arm around her shoulders, he felt her body as tremors ran through her, and looking around the room, he searched for some exit they could leave by, noticing another hatch further back. Letting go of the terrified woman, he walked over to the second hatch, and going up the wooden stairs pushed against the heavy wood until it moved slightly. ‘Over here, quick.’ and peeping out through the small crack he checked for.