"Finally he told Denkton, "There is not the need for me to ask your ships business sir, for I have heard much concerning the Maidens Revenge and her c...ew. I consider them to be adventurers and buccaneers destined to different ports, and it is for their accomplishments of good service they shall always find a welcome port in this province for so long as I am governor."Plans for the reconstructed slave quarters were drawn up two days later consisting of several 18 x 32 feet, two story stone. From the street-side entrance, you could access a stairwell that extended to all three floors, including the unfinished roof deck. Opposite the stairwell was the freight elevator.He unlocked the interior door and stepped into the entry vault. A glass security door and side windows protected the interior door. Traffic on Main Street was light given the holiday and the early hour. Only a few cars were parked along the street.Somebody had taped posters to the exterior glass. Fliers and posters. Marten sent through," Rebecca answered, her face relaxed against her desk."Did they not reward you properly for all your efforts?" Penny asked as she worked lower into Rebecca's back."Do you think two percent is properly, Penny?" Rebecca asked."Not even close, Ms. Landers," Penny replied as she reached the small of Rebecca's back and began to work her way back up."For everything we've done here in the Northwest Region, Mr. Marten still favors the East. When I see him at the Conference next. [i]“Man, it had been forever since we bantered like this… maybe things could go back… nah… you can’t ever go back… you can only move forw…”[i] She bent over into the fridge looking for something, probably orange juice, and all that ass peeked out from beneath those shorts and I totally lost my train of thought. Yeah… that weight did her REAL good. I knew I was staring, GAWKING really, but I just couldn’t look away from the “light”. I saw her body weight shift slightly as she looked over her.