It was a long time before either pulled back from the kiss, slightly out of breath, a deep crimson flush covering Amelia from the neck up. She was kne...ling on the seat, facing Obe as her hands pressed flat against his chest, her chest pressed to her hands, leaving their lips inches apart as she peered up and almost whispered, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. You can call me Amelia… Obe, so delighted by her words, swept up her lithe form and pulled her onto his lap, facing him of. I suddenly woke up from half sleep and she asked me whether I was tired. I said yes I am and she said that let’s do the same thing we were doing at first. Let’s massage each other. Massage me the same I’m massaging you. I said, well okay.Now, she turned towards me, came closer to me and then her books pressed against my chest. She put her hands on my head I did the same. I was just literally copying whatever she did. She then slowly, massaging me gently on my shoulders asked me whether I liked. We’ll leave him alone ... we’ll just go, please!” one of the few surviving Sparrows pleaded with me.“Nah, I think that you’ll just bring back word and hunt me down, plus make this man suffer more. I’m fresh out of mercy, anyway,” I said as I executed him.The other two Sparrows tried desperately to get away, but I was out of patience, and I didn’t want them retaliating against me or their victim. I fired a shot at each of them in quick succession and they fell to the ground, too. People now. "Pirates, yes, s'right.Looking for a bloke here, s'posed to be hero, saved a couple of tartsfrom the pirates."I felt my fists clench, and only with a conscious effort did I manageto relax them."So, that's the story, then? Sounds alright, I guess."He laughed, or at least, a filthy noise that could have been a laugh,gurgled out of his throat."He's no fucking hero, shacked up here with some tranny, pretends she'swhiter than white."My fists started to clench again as he hiccupped and finished his.