She was pulling up when I rounded the corner. She waved and said to come in. I walked in and waited in the kitchen for her to come back out of her roo.... I asked her where I could change, she said go to her room. As I was pulling up my trunks I heard a whistle. Looking back I seen Billie smiling, cute butt she said. Shocked and embarrassed I pulled them the rest of the way up. She said don't worry I won't tell if you won't. I asked if I could have something to drink, she said sure.I know your. I will not let you go! Your insults cost!Suddenly Anne looks shy and timide as she realises she is trapped, Peter will have his way with her!So do you really think your would-be lover 'thick-neck' would be better in bed, than I can write here?Or were you ironic? As a politician whose words mean the opposite: He writes worse, than I make love?My maiden, whatever your bad intentions, you will suffer severely for your insults of a former friend Every former friend gets a receipt of my account, no. This was more proof that Roger was in league with the devil, that he was a warlock and ungodly. After all, hadn't they seen proof of that at Roanoke when he blasphemed and actually struck and threatened the Reverend? Then when they agreed to come with him he managed to work it so the Reverend was not welcome to come with them to minister to their needs. The whisperers conveniently forgot that only volunteers came with Roger. It was whispered that something needed to be done about Roger. No man. .. um...”“What?” Her smile returned, and quickly became a mischievous grin, with a hint of ‘I dare you to insult me’.“Less aggressive with her, than you are with others.”Her grin only grew wider. Wham. She threw herself at him, a full on tackle; impressive, considering she was sitting down. But she managed to get some weight into it, and it was enough to send him onto his back.“I am nah aggressive!” she said, even as she crawled onto him, and straddled his waist. His legs were still dangling.