She'd have been a nervous wreck. She'd have to deal with the guessing games and try to figure out what he was thinking and feeling while beating herse...f up for what she felt. Instead, she had the quiet night to herself, just enjoying the peace. She'd just finished her drink and was about to start getting ready for bed when she heard the key in the door. It was 1:30. She'd given him the key at 9. If she had any sort of self respect, she'd put the deadbolt on. But she didn't. Not when it came to. He wouldn’t sit and wait quietly for the bastards to come for him in his home. Not again. If he was ever going to find out who these assassins were, the runes were his only hope. And he had one lead on where he could find out what those runes meant. He raced through the back streets and byways in Trelling’s Rest, ignoring the peasants and paupers he nearly tripped on and bowled over. He had no time or patience left; every moment could be vital, every second a second closer to another assault on. Not many bidding I fear. One had a load of cloth, bolts and bolts of it, finest stuff; t'other a mix, mostly hardware y'might say, some powder and shot as well. The captain took his eight shares and divided the rest, and some of the men, well I think they spent it all before we sailed on a neap tide. I've got my four shares right here, taking it home to the missus." He patted his belly. "T'will keep us for a year at least." And this?" Anne shook the heavy box in her hands."T'other half. Goes to. Reach around and rub my clit moron!”“Alright alright! Fuck!”He fiddled about and stuck a finger inside of her pussy, then used the moisture to caress her clit. Clockwise, then anti-clockwise. Four fingers flattened and strummed her clit and entire vulva as she whimpered and cussed.“Goddamn you, you misogynist pig.” The stranger lifted her feet off the floor and planted them on the seat, squatting on Alan’s veiny, bulging cock. “Rub some more of that lube on my butt cheeks. Not the hole, my.