"Battle Stations, Battle Stations, All Hands Man Your Battle Stations. Damage Control Parties Muster At Your..." the booming announcement cut off when...the door closed, but it was evident that the ship she was on was heading into some sort of conflict. Whether it was with another unarmed passenger liner or with a Union military ship, it could only be to her advantage if she could find a way to help the other side.Her thoughts felt jumbled and disjointed. She needed information, she needed to. I know you'll fail." Would you care to put that in writing?" Ella asked.Alice nodded as she said, "I'll draw up a contract." Based on what?" What I just told you." How are you going to set the criteria?" Drew inquired."Drew, I do the books. I know what a good year is and what a bad yearis. I know what I'm doing." You'd better!" Drew retorted as his wife exited the kitchen to returnto her office.Drew and Ella went back to preparing the kitchen for the lunch crowdwhile the staff worked. We had Harpers' cocktail. The conversation flowed as if we were one big family. Men were steel hard and us girls were wet and soon we were fucked in all manner possible. Buster and Harry helped grandpa and uncle Tom and once again we were fucked until we passed out.Dinner was even better. I became an ardent fan of aunt Shari's cooking. Shit-meatloaf could not have tasted better. We finished the large jug of cocktail. We watched some inane movie and were ready for bed.Aunt Shari, Libby, Buster. As the weight of the belt dragged Simon’s trousers down to his knees, Natalie looked down and was pleased to see that Simon’s apprehension hadn’t affected his erection. She stroked the mound in the front of his boxers and Simon’s cock twitched inside them. “My, someone’s eager. Shall we let him out?” Natalie said mischievously, looking at the expression on Simon’s face as she said it. Barely able to speak, Simon nodded and with that, Natalie knelt down in front of him and hooking her.