"We should go. We don't belong here." Let's at least rest a little," Greg said. "We're both hot and tired. Can we spread out the blanket, and maybe go...in the water?"Joan looked around. The beach wasn't at all crowded. She started walking, toward the biggest unused portion of white sand. It was, Greg noticed, a spot with a clear view of Clinton and his friends.After the blanket was laid out neatly, Greg smiled when Joan unpacked all of her accoutrements: two fresh water bottles, a big tube of. ‘Besides, I didn’t bring a change of clothes.’ ‘Honey, if what I hear is right, you won’t be wearing yours for long anyways,’ Jennifer teased. ‘What!’ gasped Kerrie. ‘What DID you hear?’ ‘Oh relax, I didn’t mean that bad, and anyways, I was talking about this Borland guy.’ ‘I’m still not interested. But I am interested in getting something to drink. C’mon.’ Jarred exchanged pleasantries with everyone he met. His concentration never wavered while talking to each person. His eyes were a very. "Good," Ishmael replied first, nodding towards the work crews that were stretched between the shore of the cove and the stone warehouses of the settlement. All the men in the work gang wore shackles about their ankles. Near them stood men armed with swords and muskets. It was clear that they were keeping a good eye on the workers, prodding them with the end of a blade whenever they slacked off. Ishmael smiled as he continued speaking. "I've got a party of volunteers helping to load the Virago. Come on lets watch it," Sandy smirked.Jane was about to refuse when she noticed that Sandy had turned the TV on and had opened the DVD player. "We really shouldn't. That stuff is evil." Let's get comfortable, shall we?" Sandy said, as she positioned herself on the bed, leaning against the headboard. She smiled as Jane did the same next to her.Little more was said but Sandy soon noticed Jane wiggling on the bed. She slyly glanced her way and saw her younger friend squeezing her thighs together.