She sang about being free, which I took as meaning going to heaven. She couldn’t read but had a Bible that rested by her bed. It lay on the stand, p...oudly, on top of some lace she had made herself when she was well. The Bibles edges were worn, its pages frail as the twins. Inside she told me were fantastic stories about God and his son. I pictured them as Pa and Sam. She remembered some of the stories and would tell them to me as I worked and as my belly got bigger. One night Pa came late. He. He said loudly... OH! JULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and put the hand towel on cock head. I took it immediately and wrapped it around his cock head and again took hold of cock with hand towel around it. I was stroking so that he can fire last drop of his cum. Cock was firing cum shots again and again with a dance in full force which I could feel holding his cock tight between my palm. I saw a sign of great satisfaction on his face with my hand job and I was happy that I could make him cum with my skill. His duties had just recently been declassified and he now was able to talk about his service.I wondered how many men like him had gone to their graves without telling anyone about their sacrifice. I imagined how they must have yearned to tell their loved ones what they had done in service to their country. Instead, they were destined to return home to walk down the streets like any other man. They might have found a job working next to men who had stayed stateside, working in a shop or factory. And she flew her flag whenever she could.To be sure, they hoisted other flags at times. That’s what pirates did. When they approached a British merchant ship, they flew the British flag. When they closed in on a Dutch merchant, they flew the Dutch flag. But they always hoisted the Blackheart before the first shot was fired. And when they were in a safe harbor, Blackheart flapped in the breeze over the quiet ship.Robin turned away from the ship and started swimming. This was her favorite.