“What gunship? Rupert’s ship is here,” she replied perplexed.“Well we just blew one up, it was going to attack the Farestar,” Dusty replied,...suspicion still evident in her voice.Whitney frowned as she rubbed her bulging stomach. “Show me the prisoners. I’ve been spending a lot of time in the ward of late and I don’t even eat with the pirates. I’ve never been privy to Rupert’s schemes other than the one to breed the prisoners. That wasn’t a secret to anyone.”Dusty escorted Whitney so she could. Dddaddy? Finger me? Please? Please put your finger in my cunt? Please?” As he complied with his baby girl's wishes, he lightly brought his thumb down on her clit. Three strokes of his finger in her vagina, three swipes of his thumb over her clit did the deed... “Uhh! Uhh! OHMYGODUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!” She flexed. She bucked. She screamed. She squealed. Howard kept his finger firmly on her G-spot, his thumb on her clit, and held on to her upper body for dear life as her orgasm played out. I caught two, and took the time to jerk them, a day here or there, although I covered the inside of the boat and dried much of the meat in the hot sun. Thinly sliced, it cured well, and if I wished for salt, I also wished for a kettle. I roasted a few haunches I had kept aside for my nightly repast, so the several weeks sped. I also saw natives, but they were busy with their own pursuits, and left me to my own devices. I tanned the hides as best I could, enough to keep them from stinking when. Following through on my resolution I showered, shaved and dressed before I headed down for coffee and found he was indeed OK, although still asleep. I didn't disturb him, but I also made little effort to keep my kitchen noise down; I was coming to realize that even in his sleep he had pretty selective hearing and could tune out ambient sounds without difficulty.It seemed a curious evolutionary adaptation; wouldn't his ancestors have been at considerable risk on their home world if they didn't.