"Jenny, be nice!" your mother chastises as you rub your aching ear. Jenny shrugs and takes her seat at the table as your aunt Cassandra chuckles."Remi...ds you of us at their age, doesn't it, Lizzie?" Aunt Cassandra asks your mother. She just shoots her sister a glare and takes moves over to the table, carrying a cake topped with two novelty candles making the number 18."Make a wish, sweetie," mom says, smiling as she moves quickly to the other side of the table, phone in hand. Cheesy though it. The Sailor, as we call it, is the local bar. We only have one so you can imagine how busy it can get. Alex took over that bar about 15 years ago, first he did everything but now he has a bunch of bartenders that takes care of the customers. Some say, but I must admit that it is just a rumor, but some say that one of the bartenders takes care of her customers a little bit too much. You know what I mean, right ? Amanda is the bartender that I’m talking about, a single girl…. working in a bar….. She felt herself get warmer in the pit of her abdomen as he leaned close to breathe on her. He glanced at her and her eyes begged him to continue his play. Nick leaned in and sniffed her womanhood deeply. He loved her unique scent and took every opportunity to enjoy it. He slid his nose slightly between her folds, tickling her gently. Mari giggled and slapped his head playfully. “Don’t tease.” He grinned at her and licked his lips before sliding his tongue along her slit. She cooed and arched. I have no doubt that in five to ten years they would end up being almost as good as you.”I smiled and asked, “Where is Drovak? I need to speak with him about some possible business I might be able to drum up for the village.”The workers stopped for a moment when they had heard me say that, as most of the wood for the village was made to build replacements of boats or for the various homes in the village.He thought for a moment, then replied, “Drovak is in the mill overseeing some of the.