Chances for a stay in harbour were almost nil, now that shipping activity picked up with the warmer weather. Sir John had divided up his forces into t...ree smaller squadrons to cover the important points along the coast, and Sultan was part of the squadron in charge of the northern River Scheldt estuary. There, in the port of Flushing, lay over ten French sail of the line, with more trying to assemble there. More ships were supposed to be fitted out upriver at Antwerp, making the Scheldt estuary. “Hey, Holly. How are you?” “Good, What a nice surprise to see you here! Do you come to this restaurant often?” I decided to tell her the truth. “I’ve never been here before, it looked nice from the outside so I decided to try this place.” Well, not ALL the truth. “I love this place. Oh, come and sit with us at the table and meet my friends.” She wrapped her arm around my elbow and brought me to her table. We looked like a couple walking to the table, her arm around mine, her sensual body. I liked that, it made me feel like I was in safe hands. Glancing at his shelves, my eyes stopped on an old, carved wooden figurine of the most beautiful woman. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and her hands were resting on her mound, as if she was trying to hide her latent sexual desires. This reminded me of my former self and to my pleasant surprise, I felt myself getting turned on by my previous hidden desires. I glanced nervously around. I did not want Tom walking in to see me. She guided my mouth to one and held me gently to it as I took it into my mouth. I could hear her sharp intake of breath as I sucked on it and then she guided me to the other. I could hear her cooing at me quietly while she stroked my face and shoulders and then she laid me onto my back. “Lacey, just relax baby. I promise you are going to love this.” With that, she pulled the covers down and started kissing her way down my stomach. I knew where she was headed and I opened my thighs for her,.