" Ah, hmmph, yes, all right," Daddy agreed reluctantly."I'm nineteen," Rachel whispered tightly, "I don't NEED their permission!" You know that, and I...know that, Honey Bun, but THEY don't seem to," I countered."They need to learn!" Rachel declared. "I have enough problems without having them drag me back like a boat anchor!" She leaned in. "What's this about being a sailor?" Not here, Honey. There was a little confusion there. I wasn't talking about being a deep water swabbie -- I get seasick.. ”“Nice baby?” Cathy said.Ella managed to shift her position slightly. “I can take a bit more,” she said, “but slowly.”“See,” Cathy said to her son, “l told you once you were in there she’d start to love it, just a bit more baby, not too much.”“Will l be able to give her all of it Mum?” Peter asked, gripping Ella at her waist.“Oh no baby,” Cathy said, “it will take a few times before she can take all of it, even then you’ll have to be careful when you fuck her, your cock is so big baby, it feels. Many of the people pushing hand-carts weren't familiar to me at all. Men and women working in pairs, hauled sacks and caskets on the carts up the flagstone path to the lower village. A few eunuchs, in leather armor, members of the village watch, waved to me in their friendly and confident fashion. The guards patrolled the waterfront with pups on their backs and a walking staff in hand. I grinned at a pleasant memory of staff fighting classes with our watch members.A few mule carts were loaded. The next day dad came home, and everything seemed fine. Mom kind of watched what she wore around me, I could tell, and fortunately dad didn't say anything, so she must not have told him. I figured things were just as she had said they would be. Mom never said anymore about it, and I figured it was just as well.A week went by, and dad left for yet another business trip. As I said, he was usually gone anyway, but things had been so confusing the week before that I didn't know what to expect. But.