Or it may have been a combination of the two."I won't fail you," she says in a husky voice. "I am trying to give you what you need. I know I am close ...o... b-but... uhhn... y-yes... I will..."Her body quivers. A tiny trickle of fluid appears under her uniform and runs down her thigh."Yes... I know... I will continue... no more lost... uhhn... no more holding back..."She starts to pant. Her next words are faint and forced."... please... let... me... cum..."She shudders again and begins to pant.. A older man waves at you with an amiable smile and walks slowly down the street, a small white dog with some brown and black spots accompanies him.Something feels odd, but you can’t quite make it out what.Not bothered that much, you start following Suzanna down the street. You walk along further huts and some timber framed houses. A white goat greets you with a bleat while munching on a bunch of red flowers. “Hah, Miss Donaldson won’t be happy that Blot ate her marigold again.” Suzanna chuckles. The great city of Grahata was to the south, but the Golden Hunger couldn’t dock there. As a pirate ship, there were few ports she could sail into. I stood in the bow, staring at the cliffs, absently trying to spot the cove we would sail into instead, an inlet that led to a secret beach perfect to unload us so we could walk to Grahata.But I only half-heartily searched, my thoughts danced around a fear. A fear that had been in the back of my mind for a while, something I didn’t want to think. I knew we'd both have bellyaches later, but hunger was doing its gnawing first.I dumped out my boots and let them dry a bit while I watched the girl from the corner of my eye. I drew my big bayonet and wiped it clean in the weeds. Then I emptied out my ammunition pouch and checked to see that my purse was still tied to my belt. I wrung out my stockings and put them back on. The girl pulled off her ruined stockings and tossed them away. She had strong looking legs and thoroughbred ankles."What.