I glanced at John. He was taking it all in from across the room, all smiles. I pretended complete bemusement."You feel then, Bea, your independence, o... your freedom, whatever you want to call it, exists only because men have permitted it?" In a patriarchal society, such as we have, it could not be otherwise," I said."I think you must hate us men very much," he imagined. "Tell me then, Bea. I'm calling you Bea, I hope you don't mind. Tell me that you don't hate me. I should feel terrible if you. I paid for a jet to fly all of us to a fellow tribe of Black Valley Indians along the California Nevada border between Las Vegas and Carson City. Running Elk had a cousin that had offered help if we ever needed it, so I called Red Fox and asked.He said he would meet us at the local airfield. He was one of the tribe elders and took us to a nice ranch house. The tribe owned several ranch houses in the area and would rent them out to people that wanted to enjoy both Las Vegas and Lake Tahoe.Nobody. She was still safe in her disguise as a cabin-boy of absolutely no interest to the sex-starved pirates unless pressed into service as a substitute for female companionship with either her mouth or her bum. It was a time-honored tradition that the cabin-boys would fill-in for such deficiencies on a long sea voyage and they were in no position to broach a protest.Poor Mrs. Robinson was treated with distressing roughness and the rollicking pirate crew was counting the total of her admirers as they. ” She stammered. “No problem. I,ll just finish my patrol and leave you to it as long as you tell me how long you,ll be Ms.” I told her trying not to act surprised. “Sorry. I,m Patricia Jenson, Patti. I should be ready to leave in about ten minutes after I freshen up a bit. Are you new here then?” “Yes, my third night now.” I replied. “So what,s your name then?” She gave me a warm sexy smile and opened her legs wide to reveal her bushy pubes, the fleshy labial lips fully visible against the.