There was a snort of annoyance.“Did I miss something?” he asked.“You know damn well you did!” she moaned. It was almost a whine. “Please Dav...d, no more!”At this, he simply repeated his finger’s journey but stopped for a fraction of a second short of her button. She drew breath to complain and he immediately stroked it. She climaxed in a big way. Hips thrashed, there were unearthly noises from her throat, yelps and nasal grunts as she twitched and convulsed. David continued to stroke her button. ‘Sorry,’ I lied. He tried to carry on talking, while my fingers quested along his clavicle, then up his neck to his jaw, all the time barely touching, the lightest of caresses. He stuttered, and stopped talking, lifting his chin up and tilting his head, slightly, to give me more access to his vulnerable and obviously sensitive neck. ‘You win this round, you little witch,’ he laughed, and held my hand still to the side of his face as I giggled. He turned his head, slightly, and kissed my palm. I. Mom’s older sister Grace was there waiting for us. She’s prettier than my mom, but I heard my mom also say that she was ‘promiscuous.’ Since I now understand what a lot more words mean with my lightning induced brain, I realized Grace was being called a slut.The next book I read should be a dictionary, one of those big ones. We had one; it was as big as a Thanksgiving turkey. The minute we got home, I took my stuff up to my room, and then came back down and got a little folding table, the kind. We could slide it, though, so we knew it wasn’t bolted to the deck. And we put it back where we found it, as the deck was sagging. We checked the hold, and there was a frame under where the chests were. That heavy one needed to stay where it was until we got it off the ship.Anyway, as soon as the raking crews were done finding everything they could, we stopped the pumps and let the cofferdam fill up again. It took more than a day, we had done such a good job of plugging all the leaks.As much as.