His scuptled forearms, slightly prominent chest, tossled blond hair and smooth babyface skin were all feeding my mind. There was an innocence about hi... that stood in contrast to the dirty magazine he was viewing and that fueled my imagination all the more. What was I thinking? He was young enough to be my son! That mattered little to the dull ache inside my pussy. Not only was he "the catch" in a room full of non-descript men, his combined innocence and dirtiness fed a naughty desire in my. On the other hand I have been a very bad man killing people. Yes they deserved killing, but was I supposed to be the judge and jury for them? I killed, or had killed at my request or demand, 82 people since I arrived here. Wow, so many in only 4 months; I only killed 53 in the war and I have killed close to twice that many here. That doesn’t say much about me being a peaceful man. Most people go through a whole lifetime and never cause the death of anyone, and here I kill or have killed almost. Nobody forced it on me. Oh, my parents forced me to go there, but they didn't force me to isolate myself and take up with a boy I already knew by reputation wasn't nice or smart. It wasn't the basketball team that beat me up, Brian. You already took care of that bastard. Just play ball tomorrow."I shifted and rolled toward Rhonda slightly so I could hold her in my arms. Holding any naked teenaged girl in my arms had predictable results, but with Rhonda's soft breasts pressed against my chest. Using the fishing boats, we towed the sloop Cutter's Teeth to the bay and anchored her where the winds wouldn't drive her ashore. We stripped her of her supplies, and made several trips with the gunpowder to the powder magazine. We anchored her next to where the cruiser was. We lifted her cannons off her deck with a crane we had made, and stored them off to the side to be melted down. I had a plan to using the iron for a rail line, so I wanted to save the iron. First, though, we would need a.