You knew. And, well, my father died recently. It was a terrible affair, you know?” He shook his head. “He got into a screaming row with the Don of...our family, and our Don sent him from the home without a bodyguard or shirtsleeve. He was found in the Boil two days later.” He shuddered.“My condolences,” I said.Simon shook his head. “No, no, don’t speak of it, my father and I were not close. He was never the easiest man to get along with.” He sighed. “And not exactly the best of all businessmen. When I finally stopped talking I realized she'd fallen into an exhausted sleep.I was afraid to move, for fear of waking her up, so I just sat there and held her.An hour and a half later I was stiff and sore when she woke up. She stood up, looked at me for a few seconds, and then left the room. I hadn't turned the heat down enough on the hamburger helper and the bottom was burned, about a quarter inch thick. I scraped the rest of it out of the pan into a bowl and tried some. It wasn't the best I. As darkness fell we put inshore and stocked up on fresh water from a sparkling stream before setting off to the east and into the darkness. The following dawn, Trysta and the bravest of the girls set course to the north. We knew we would not have to seek the port. Now that our presence was known, we were sure they would come looking for us. Fortunately, the Cornish Maid?s single square topsail easily resembled our own main topgallant provided the rest of the Damsel remained below the horizon. . I smirk. Oh, I bet she is very I insistent, knowing the tenacity of the young Miss Rothman."Send her in," I respond.Leaning back in my leather-bound chair, the office door opens and the sound of heels echo against the marble floor, accompanying the aforementioned Miss Rothman into my office.Head held high with a purposefully stride, her dark tresses bounce softly upon her shoulders. In a crisp white shirt and pencil skirt, accentuating a perfect hourglass figure, she could easily be mistaken.