I sent the men to the boats and smiled at the six women, obviously two pairs with their maids. I gave the black girls to the captain and told him he c...uld free them when he got ashore. He smiled and shook my hand.That left me with two very unhappy women and their lovely young daughters, all four dressed as if for party, crinoline and lace, rich and haughty and very nearly bare-chested. My men got them to over my ship as my prize crew boarded. My boys were anxious and nearly drooling with. She had a good head on her shoulders too. I could talk to her so easily that it was as if we were old friends. The more she talked the more I listened. She told me about her dream for an ideal apple orchard. She made absolute sense.Part of what my father and grandfather had taught me was to feed my workers well and that food and shelter was part of their pay. That way I could give them less money and they would still be happy to work for me.Feeding a hundred workers was no small task. Guadalupe. "Who" came from the disinterested old lady working the counter."Jamie Taylor. I am her father. She was brought in by ambulance last evening." Bill pronounced each word slowly like he was talking to someone with a mental impairment."Is she still in the ER or has she been admitted?" only slightly higher on the interest level from the old woman."You tell me lady, I just arrived." Bill tried to sound polite but was quickly getting irritated."Guess I'll have to look her up. What was the name again?". She is lean, strong and well-manicured. Clearly crafted and maintained with the utmost of care.She looks up into my eyes as I'm drinking her in. "You like?" I nod, with a hungry look. I want it all off and I step forward to make it happen. She puts her hand on my chest, "Not so fast. It's my turn". She steps in and begins to unbutton my shirt. With each button she kisses and sucks on my chest. She un-tucks my shirt and spreads it open, locking her lips on my nipple. I flinch when she takes it.