I had an upset tummy,” Gina replied, blushing.“You need to practice lying, Gina,” said Jake. “You’re not very good at it. Now, would you lik... to tell us what you were doing?”“I went for a walk,” Gina had a shifty look.“Where?”“Round the deck. The sun was just coming up and I wished I was able to photograph it,” Gina smiled. She was on firm ground with the truth.“I’m sure it looked wonderful,” said Jake. “But something else happened, didn’t it?”“No!”Both Jake and Hermione were staring. They turned out to not need the larger hamster-cage winch if they could take their time, but it sure helped speed things up so we kept it. Re-cocking it and loading it still took a while, though. Unless a ship stopped in the river, we’d never get more than one shot at it. On the other hand, if they came in several ships we might get to shoot at each one if they weren’t too bunched up.Once our gunners knew what they were doing, we turned the trebuchet to fire out into the river and sent a boat. "Unbutton the top button." She did so and looked down. Still not much on display. "And the next one." She did so and looked down. She put her arms on the table and clasped her hands in front of her and with her lithe body, finally got the allusion of cleavage… just barely. I grinned. "Very nice. Now I want you to unbutton one more." She stared for a second and then did it. Now it was open to right between her tits. She looked great and since she had been so small and athletic all her life, her. Mr. Findlay has a much higher voice. I'm calling about Philip. He just came home covered with bruises. What's wrong with you people, letting a little boy get beaten up like that and then sending him home without any care? What's... Oh, I see. I see. Yes. Well, yes. But... Oh, I see. Uh-huh. Do you know what it was... I see. He said what? I see. Yes. Well, thank you. Good-bye."I left the kitchen while she was hanging up and tried to get to the stairs before she saw me, but it didn't.