I assumed the "things" she was talking about was with her sandwiched between them. It sounded to me like she was a big girl and knew what she was doin.... Ruth came up on the deck and I clammed up not wanting to give my daughter any ideas about the benefits of relationships with the ship's crew or any other horny sailors in the area. I wanted to shout out at her to wrap a towel around her hips because the skimpy bikini exposed almost every square inch of her sun-tanned buttocks and I knew the. Or maybe I should just take them off and throw themout. Why hadn't I done that in the first place? I took my pants off,and went to pull down the panties as well, but the voice got louder. "Iwant a skirt!" I could *feel* the voice now. Like it was jumping intomy loins. It felt so horrible, I couldn't make my hands form a solidgrip. "I want a skirt!"Shayna'd left some clothes with me once. I went over to where she'dleft them and sorted through them. Shirt, shirt, pants... no skirt. . I say that because all of the markings were in metric and the instruction books were in Spanish. It was a lifesaver that Ezra could read Spanish. Pedro couldn't read, but he could help with the translations when Ezra spoke the words. On top of all that, Ed Samuals had operated a sawmill, among his many other jobs. We were anxious to get the mills unpacked and set up.Sawmills and planing mills were inclined to be very noisy, so we decided to set up the system at the site of the first stockade. " He grinned. "Think it might be broken."I blinked at him and absorbed that, most of it. I felt a shiver."Understand?" he asked, smiling. "I need to do it every week to keep my prostate from making it awful hard to piss. Thing evidently swells up like an eggplant if I don't use it."I blinked some more, and he looked worried. "How old are you?" he asked."Fifteen, why?" Thought you was older. You ever sucked a boy's cock?"I froze and shook my head. The hair in my arms stood up. I had seen.