I pointed the gun at him, but he took another step and just reached for it, taking it gently out of my fingers. I wasn't ever going to shoot him, but ... didn't think he knew that, and he surprised me. Surprised both of us maybe."You have to cock it before you can shoot it." He pulled back the hammer with his thumb so it clicked into place. "See? And this lever here? That's the safety. Red is dead, right?"I watched as he flipped a little lever up."Now it's ready to shoot." He held it out for me. But two? And sisters? He didn't know what to think about their intentions. Maybe he should steer the conversation away from sex altogether.He was certainly not clear about his own intentions, however. He found the girls just too incredibly attractive. Sharon and Shiloh were obviously not anything like the inner city waifs he saw on television. Hell, Fuggledix didn't have an inner city, yet alone a ghetto of any description. There was no segregation to speak of, and black residents tended. Molly watched to see if he would turn back, but he never did before disappearing into the crates piled on the docks.The Englishman walked toward her. Stopping, he looked her over almost with distain. “I am William Ingram. Mister Ingram to you! You will be attending to my three children. We are leaving within the hour for America. Pick up your bag and follow.”The Englishman turned and walked away. Molly picked up her thread worn satchel and hurried after the man. She knew the situation; Father. As she whirled to head back down, she heard the noise again and it sounded like a woman’s cry. A woman? When she reached to the top of the stairs, she noticed that the bedroom door was half-closed. That was strange. She always closed the upstairs doors when she left for the day. Someone was definitely in the house. Please, God. Don’t let it be a burglar. The sound came again, this time louder and Chantal was convinced that it was a woman. Heart in her throat, she crept closer and gently pushed.