.Carl face had the look of a person well and truly caught. “Mary-Rose”, he said. “Shut up” was Mary-Rose’s response. “Get off my husband! ...�� she said in a stern, menacing voice. She slowly walked up to Petra. Looked her in the eyes and without removing eye contact said “where do you think you are going? Take your FUCKING clothes off NOW.” “My love”, Carl came “shut up Carl” was Mary-Rose’s response. “CLOTHES OFF NOW!”. Petra felt a little scared, but by God this was exciting. She nodded. Well if you can't forgive maybe... for God's sake, you can have mercy on her... please!"The Captain left and I sat there looking at the sack of journals, but my mind wasn't on them. My mind was still on the Captain's last words. He'd said mercy twice. He'd said I had Judy at my mercy. I didn't like the idea, but I wasn't sure I understood the concept. I went to my computer and called up the American Heritage Dictionary and checked the definition of "mercy."It gave four meanings starting with. ”I had to ask, “You and Marcy together?”Peggy Sue said, “Yeah! We girls started making out in high school and just decided to include you guys in on the fun too.”Peggy Sue took a bath, shaved what she needed too, and then came to bed with me. She wanted to be clean and ready for Steve so she got up at eight o’clock in the morning. She douched, brushed her teeth, and took a shower before going to Steve’s bed. I could just stay in bed all day long and let the girls come to me.When Peggy Sue. And get over the whomping shakes from having this conversation.][Sure thing, sweetie! But don't take too long, I want to make it to that author's chat this evening on FictionMania.][Okay. Whatever. I'll sign back online in time for that. Goodbye, Eve.][Later sweetie!]JP immediately switched off his computer and went back to his bedroom to strip off the ridiculous nightgown. Where the hell had *that* come from anyway? He noticed the time on his bedside clock as he was pulling on his jeans..