She lathered the washcloth and began to soap her body. I took the cloth from her hands and washed her for her. First down her front, hearing her moan ...s I washed across each breast, lingering at those hardened dark nips. A small gasp escaped her lips as I rinsed them and replaced the cloth with my mouth and tongue: devouring them. Like an infant feeding, I couldn't get enough of her breasts. As I suckled them, my hands drew down her body, over her belly, down to her pubes and pussy. It was more. The mutineer sentenced to 800 who?d died after 240. The rapist who?d died 212 into a 400-lash sentence. She?d never heard of a woman taking 144. There were stories about a local girl in Tonga flogged around the fleet for biting a captain?s penis after he?d forced her into sex. What had she taken? They said the sentence was two dozen at each of eight ships and she?d died by the fifth, but nobody knew how true that was. But a white woman? In Australia, in the penal colonies, she knew there?d been. If Tammy’s informing did not help her, I might just help Amy. I may be making a decision I have been leaning toward for a while. I start making some rice, steaming some veggies, and broil a couple of good-sized chicken breasts. Amy is helping by selecting the wine to go with it. She selects a Pinot Noir, which is a light red wine, and not a bad choice. I set her to the task of chopping the veggies after she pours both of us a glass of the smooth Pinot. Amy is almost twenty, and nearly old. There was a good slow reggae song on the radio when she stood up in front of me between my legs. She closed her eyes and slowly started to sway her hips, nervously at first, but with more rhythm as she went on. I looked over at Ray, who was staring at Jennifer like a starving man. Jennifer slowly opened her eyes and looked deep into my eyes. She leaned over and put her hands on my shoulders, her hair falling around our faces. For the next few minutes we did completely forget about Ray. She gave.