“Two ships with additional soldiers have arrived.”“Are those in addition to the usual three supply ships?” their leader asked.“Yes, and they...were all over 350 tons this time. The British are building up an awful lot of supplies this year,” Observer # 2 stated.“They’ve moved to new piers also. That probably means that they’ve taken over additional warehouses to store the new supplies in,” Observer # 1 added.“Give these people a look through your spyglass. They’re going to try to do something. You need to sleep.sleepier and sleepier.Become sleepier and sleepier.Each word sending you deeper and deeper into that bliss you love somuch.Total relaxation.Total bliss.Must keep reading.It's so hard to think as you lay there.So hard to think as the waves take your thoughts away.You only want to read on.You only want to keep scrolling.Keep reading.Become sleepier and sleepier.Keep sinking deeper into bliss.You want to be hynotized.You NEED to be hypnotized.Say it.You want to be. “Go over to him,” mom said as she nudged me.I nervously walked over to him. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry.“You’re not really going to do this?” I asked him meekly.“Take down your skirt and get over my knee.” He ordered.“NO!! I’m not going to do that!” I protested.“I’m asking you again, Kait to take down your skirt and get over my knee.”“NO!!! I yelled as I moved away from him, this time closer to mom.Chang turned to mom, “Mrs. Baker, please take off your daughter’s skirt and. ..you could just take care of this yourself. It doesn't need to be a big deal. You told yourself that was why you wore the short skirt. You couldn't think of an explanation for the corset and heels.---Now you're alone, on the corner and a the lights of a dingy, older model car pass over you before it slows, stops, and the back seat door opens. A deep voice commands you to get in. The car is dark, and it takes you a moment to figure out its the guy in the passenger seat smoking weed. The man in.