.." Johnson's face fell. "I... I... think I know what we can do though, Johnson." She stood up, a perfect Venus to his Adonis, the sunlight creating a...pattern of shadows across her body that Johnson would remember to his dying day. Her jutting breasts led to a flat tummy and a small, golden triangle of hair at the V of her legs. She stepped towards him, pressing her breasts to his chest, loving the feel of his skin on hers. As his arms came up to draw her to him and again press her into his bed. She then started to sway to imaginary music, at the same time slowly rubbing herself through her dress firstly, then sliding her hands inside the dress, first to caress and squeeze her breasts, then parting the lower portion of the dress, enabling her to rub her pussy with one hand, whilst holding the dress open with the other. This was fantastic, but I found the room too dark to see as much as I’d like, so I motioned up to her, after catching her eye, to switch on the light in the room. She. This is right out of the blue. Thank you for being so generous. If you’d never said anything about this, it never would have occurred to me. After all, I wasn’t alive when all this estate stuff happened.”“Jesse, you’re my brother. I couldn’t cheat you out of what’s rightfully yours. Remember, this is only half of what our parents left us, and doesn’t include what my first husband contributed to our wealth. I’m still trying to come up with a logical explanation for what happened to you.”“Don’t. The handlers were not soldiers but dark-skinned laborers that did the heavy work at the piers with muscular arms and sturdy legs that had developed over years of hard labor either as slaves or as contract workers with a fixed term of employment. They spoke a language that was a sort of “lingua franca” of the island workers that moved cargo with great expertise in most of the ports of the Caribbean Sea.I should interject that the ranking officer in charge, General Cornwallis was a gentleman.