"Well? Aren't you going to leave?" frowned Stella. "Can I stay? This looks sexy," Emma smirked and winked at me. Stella squealed. "What the fuck Emma?...! You're that perverted!? Go watch some porn instead please! Leave us alone!" "Never!"Emma stood there still staring at us. She licked her lips. "Oh, Emma," Stella said. "Whatever you can stay. My vibrator's in the top shelf I cleaned go enjoy your stupid fucking self."Emma stuck her tongue out at her older sister. She grabbed the vibe from the. I prepared two sheets of parchment, with a message in each and a note “Question for the Council about the Captured Ship” and “Proposal for the Council” on the two. Inside, the first said “Half ownership of the captured ship will be awkward as the council will want some say in what the ship does, and will want half of the ship’s profits. How much is the ship worth? How much would it cost to buy the other half?”The other one said “I am an inventor, sailor, and soldier. I am not a trader, and have. There was a lot of hair in the tub, man. You know we have to keep the place better than that." Yeah, sorry Pete, I was just in a hurry to let you use the facilities. I'll go clean it up." Don't worry, I already did it for you. Just remember next time you do some 'manscaping'." What's that?" You know, trimming your pubes. That IS what you were doing, right?"I laughed, ruefully. Pete had figured it out, but not entirely. "Yeah, busted." "Like I say, no problem. I won't say anything." Thanks,. She had indulged in some pretty outrageous flirtation, that was for sure.“What sort of a show did they put on?” she asked tentatively that next grimly hung-over morning. She could not recall a thing beyond having a second Raspberry Long Island Iced Tea poured into her mouth by the blond-haired Robbie.“Well for as much as I can remember myself,” Helen said, “they put on quite a show. The look on your face was priceless. It looked like you were greeting old friends. God, I wish I hadn’t drunk so.