She makes a sound like "Ahh" in protest but doesn't move away either.Lanisha's been in the kitchen washing glasses and asks what's wrong. "He's grabbi...g my ass!" Veronica pouts. "Yeah and I'm gonna get more than that!" I chirp to Lanisha and w/ that start cupping Veronica's breasts w/ my free right hand. She's got some cone-shaped titties that are soft-firm in my palms and ripe for sucking on.Lanisha laughs at this and acts miffed saying "You've never grabbed my ass!" I tell her to bring those. I’ll be talking to him in a few minutes…believe me! I waited a bit, Betty continued…they said they weren’t going to do anything, they just wanted a “show”. So I figured why not, and started out of the water. But that was when they pulled out their phones and got pictures. I was so startled, I guess incredulous….I didn’t know whether to go back, go forward, what to do! So I just walked up and started putting my clothes on. I tried to ignore them and walked off, but that Thomas boy – you know. When Catherine appeared, she looked much more comfortable in sweats and furry slippers. She took one look around the den and exclaimed, "You read my mind. Thank you for making a fire that we could sit by and look out over the farm." She flopped down in the recliner between the fireplace and the window."My uncle was a hard working farmer. We spent innumerable nights sitting right here in his favorite chair, with me on his lap, telling stories about ghosts and witches and things that went bump in. Seward spun around and brought his cutlass down on the sailor's right arm. The sound of breaking bone with blood spewing forth sent Seward into a fighting rage. Seward sliced open the sailor's abdomen, blood and guts spilled onto the blood covered deck. As Seward joined Isabell and the other undead in the blood bath, the sailor dropped dead.Two hours later, the battle was over. The only survivor of the British ship was its captain. Isabell and Etta had the captain bound with his hands behind.