“Yep, all twelve of them. I had already decided to let the last four ride, when I heard you shoot. Then you shot again and I knew the last of them h...d bit the dust.”“Damn Eli. I hate we shot them after you were gonna let them ride,” Moses told him.“Don’t worry about it, Moses. They had no business up here anyway and they would’ve tried to pick all of you off one at a time from the rear if I hadn’t seen them first.”“I reckon you’re right. I don’t feel so bad about it now,” Moses said, then. His hands slid back to grasp the oars and begin the long row to shore. A chill struck him colder than the sea air that surrounded him, they too had gone! He was stranded, afloat out here, miles from shore, the land was not even visible, even if it was he had no way of reaching it without the oars. He felt terrified, here he was in a small wooden boat, surrounded by nothing but grey water and rapidly darkening skies. It was a hopeless situation. Then he remembered, every night the coast guard. It was at that moment as I saw her standing at the screen door, dressed as I left her, that I first saw her as a beautiful woman. My thoughts drifted back to the last time I saw a woman wearing my shirt. It had been my last computer date, and we'd hit it off magically, or so I thought. The woman, whose name won't be mentioned, seemed perfect until the next evening. She somehow thought that by sharing herself with me, that she'd earned the right to move into my home. Suffice it to say that. That night I could not sleep I was just thinking of my aunt.Then I planned to touch and feel my aunt’s breast then waited for my aunt to sleep and after about an hour. I slowly moved towards her and saw her saree pallu was not covering her breast.Then holding my breath I slowly placed my hands on her breast But could not feel it completely because she could wake up anytime and then the next day I peeped through the bathroom and was shocked to see my aunt masturbating then i realised that I.