No other wives like her. They afraid she try to steal their husband too. The other wives they call Amy the Lemon Tart. Amy throw many parties-other wi...es no come. Some Husbands come-but they look at Amy like dog look at meat. She no like, Mr. Kingston get mad. No more parties."I suppressed a laugh.Maria continued. "Amy no nice to workers. They all call Amy Miss TOS-it mean TITS ON STICK."Now I did laugh."My girls tell me Mr. Kingston needs blue pills to be with Amy. Girls say Amy has lots of. “Shahs.” she said. “Please, bro. I love you and I want to show it to you.” She spent several minutes talking him down, whispering sweet words to him. Luther stopped resisting. Her hands were all over him. She looked at him. He was looking at her. There was defeat in those eyes, and curiosity. She kept touching him. “No,” he said weakly. Her expert hands undressed him and found his penis. It was a lovely organ. He was longer than she would have thought. A full eight inches. She touched the head. Once he was aboard, we headed southeast. The captain explained that the water was too choppy to run more than seventy-five mph, but the boat would easily do one-hundred-thirty mph if the water were calmer. The captain contacted Zhora’s ship when we were fifty miles away. We were nearly an hour early, but they agreed to meet us as soon as we got there. Even before he made contact, I knew something was wrong with the deal, and warned George and Adam, changing this from a transaction to a. " It was as gentle as the last. He pushed her away from him. "If you don't go we'll have Jean coming out to look for you and to bash me up." She'll be asleep." Don't you believe it. She's lying there listening for you to go to bed. If you don't believe me, open her door very quietly and whisper good night to her. I'll bet she replies."They went in and Court locked the veranda doors. "Sleep well, Libby," he said fighting off the urge to kiss her again."And you, Court."She tiptoed to Jean's door.