Boldly, I slipped up behind her, my hands sliding up around her cupping her breasts from behind. She gasped, and spun around kissing me passionately, ...ressing against me. Our hands frantically grabbing at clothing, flailing and tugging at fabric, exposing flesh that would be consumed in short order. My hand slid from her breast for the briefest moment but she grabbed it and placed it back, squeezing the soft flesh with her hand on mine. Breaking the kiss, she whispered in my ear, “More.... "You literally can't talk about it to anyone outside this group. They've cautioned us about the block. Jeff says it can be nasty if you push it." Oh, I'm not going to try to tell anybody. My word would be good enough for that without the block. But, darnit, it just seems criminal to keep it a secret. And..." And what, Baby?"Courtney stared at him, an odd look on her face. "I was scared to death, but I want to go back again. I want to know more about that marvelous Ship. But what just..." She. As I walked my mind went to what had happened, I could almost understand Sally, if she was poor, or more appropriately wanting more than she had a sailor was an easy mark…I could have done the same thing had my mother not left me such an ungodly amount of money when she died two years earlier. She only had two living relatives, her son and her brother, she split equally the gains of his father’s riches between the two men she loved with all her heart. I had already been working on the crab. But there's also a part of me that likes—no, wants—to be the knight in shining armour. Chivalry isn't dead; it just needs a little updating. I believe that women want that, too. They don't want someone to control them. They don't want to be told what to do.However, I think that all women sometimes want someone who will take care of them. Not wait on them hand and foot. Not hold things over them. And not even every day. But every now and then, I think women want someone who can anticipate their.