” she winced. “All the time.”And she looked at me.“My turn next,” I said.“Well ... before Zoe, anyway,” she winced again. She rapped her...watermelon with her knuckles. “You in there ... quit that.”Now she just lays down.When she was out of sight I asked Tyche to see if she could find Junior.“She’s sunning on the bow.”“Teasing?”“Yup ... you want me to run the boat while you go talk to her?”Four ... the kid is Four ... The wheel is a foot taller than she is. She has a stool. A two step. They would go with her. Two others would stay with Karen as they figured out what to do with their lives as would the two men. The last two would live with us. One of them was the one who had shot the four men. Susan Hart was the shooter and Morgan Wallace had known her for some period before their capture.Susan said, "Thanks for taking us in. We'll work for our keep. We had avoided the gangs for so long and then we were caught about a month ago. I was hanging on hoping for a chance to escape.. .," she cried almost desperately, "Don't stop Johnny...please...don't..."There was no talking to him. He quickly rose and stood by the side of the bed, stripping his pants and shorts from his body.Sarah was muttering almost incoherently, "Hurry John-boy hurry do me oh do me quick hurry hurry..."With Paulie she wanted to feel a cock. With Johnny it was total incestuous lust and a desperate need for fulfillment. She wanted him totally inside her. She wanted his mouth, his hands, his cock... his. Any guy would be fortunate to have her as a companion. But she was not my type. She was hugging me from my left side and crying on my shoulder. She asked me, what Emma ‘slut’ has that, she did not have?She complained, like I favored Shakespeare, I always favored white people, which was not correct. I told her that, she was one of my best friends. She was holding me and rubbing her face on my arm. I told her that, being a girl friend or boy friend here is different than in our culture back home..