"Her saying that meant I couldn't maintain my grumpy demeanor. I wasn't being hurried off like a thief in the night. I perked right up."Okay then," I ...aid cheerfully."Good. I'll be back in a few." She lowered one knee to the floor and leaned over to kiss me tenderly."Hurry back." Can't promise that. I want to look good this morning." You look good now." Thanks. You look like you were run over by a sex crazed coed." Hmm. I think I was, actually."Unfortunately, at that moment I looked over her. He saw care still etched on her pretty, angular face. They were, truly in dire straights. Out of sight of land, with their own ships gone and engaged with an enemy vessel. Even if their comrades were victorious, there was little assurance they would turn about and come back for them. Their absence could well be ascribed to the fight, and not to falling overboard. As the night wore on, finally, Brannir fell into a fitful sleep, as well.When morning arrived, the sun peering over the eastern. Maybe it was just his guilt for how he felt about Amy; he hadn't even considered kissing her, but he'd never felt as close to another woman as he did to her, except for Charlene.Their brief journey ended at a residential unit, where another Steve Miller waited, with Charlene sitting beside him. This Steve was tense, clearly unhappy, but Charlene jumped to her feet as soon as she saw Scott, and ran to him, throwing herself into his arms and kissing him hard. She had tears in her eyes, as she. ? I smile as I unsnap his pants and pull them down, leading him towards the couch (My, since he’s reached his mid teens, Deuce is taller than I am!) ?I won’t beat your bottom with the paddle?but I’m now mad that you beat me?your Mommy, so I must beat you with a belt. You get a paddle beating for not being a good player, and a belt whipping for having the temerity to defeat your mother in a competitive game.?Nico had learned this lesson—he’s my oldest—a little faster than Deuce! But he’d bit his.