Shooting was almost always a last resort, mainly because hostages were money. If large groups of people resisted, then they could mow them down, but u...ually the only ones stupid enough to resist were the odd lone passenger. Barre climbed on deck, the last man from his ship to do so… and he blinked. There was no one in sight. Which was odd, there was usually much more screaming, and at least one passenger who wanted to see the pirate show, as though Barre was Johnny Depp or something. This was…. Oh shit. How did she know I was out here??The girl opened her eyes and smiled at me, not blinking at my intrusion. She seemed to welcome my presence. Her head lowered down to her lover and slowly lifted herself off of him. His cock was so terribly erect. The size almost frightening. God she was looking right at me as she knelt on the passenger seat and bent her head down to his cock, turning her face sideways to give me a clear view of her mouth as she devoured him. I watched closer at the. Right, and pigs fly.We were sipping coffee in the courthouse coffee shop. I did have an edge, in that I had read what the judge would be deciding today. I did want to give the government one more shot at a fair deal, which was why I had told my attorney that they could try for one final time this morning, before court.We were on our second cup of coffee when the attorneys for the government entered, looked around and spotted us. They came to our table and sat across from us."Thank you for. ‘Who are you, sir?’ ‘I am the Duke of Ridgeley, Cameron Northleigh.’ Heather was shocked. The Duke of Ridgeley was married to the most beautiful woman in all of London. Ginger Hamilton-Northleigh, the Duchess of Ridgeley, although beautiful, was in very fragile health and had been pregnant, the last Heather heard. ‘Where is your wife, sir?’ Cameron’s features hardened. ‘She has run off with her lover — that joke of a French count. The father of the baby I had thought was mine.’ Heather was.