It was a place with which hewas intimately familiar because this bar was one of his "hangouts." Whenever he was here at the bar, he would ultimately ...eek release from too much drink, at least once during the night. John knew every stall, mirror, and tile in the bathroom.He was very surprised to see a door which he had never noticed before. Johnwatched curiously as he relieved himself in the urinal, wondering where it had come from, and where it lead."Hmm. I wonder when they put that in. "OK, this scheme is blown ta hell, an' we gotta run fer it. Olsen, ya saddle the hosses. Jackson, ya make up the grub packs. Make sure there's enough fer three days fer four men. Shorty, ya come with me."Jackson said, "Hey, boss, what about grub fer the kid?" Fergit 'bout him. He ain't comin' with us!"We could tell it was time fer us ta act. Blackwell's mind was showin' that he planned ta kill Bobby right then. The boy had become too much of a liability, an' he now figured that there was no way. The Pirate Isles were WNW of the southwest corner of Hunter Island, almost dead into the wind. They’d be rowing for a long time.We would have to tack back and forth. We would head southwest, as close to the wind as we could, for half of the day. Then, we would tack back to the northwest until we closed on the island. Hopefully, no one rowing due west with the island just on the horizon would be able to avoid us.Oh, yeah. Everyone with us on this voyage from Small Cove to Widemouth just got. " She sighed.She had her hand down the front of my shorts holding my dick and squeezing it. I explore the inside of her pussy. I found a little bumpy spot and rubbed my fingers tips over the bumps. I had my thumb on her clit rubbing it from side to side.She was breathing and talking through her mouth at the same time saying,"Oh God yess... yesssss...please don't stop... that feels so freaking good, AAAAH shit, I'm cummmmmmm. God Ooooh God... that felt so damn good. I needed that so bad."I felt.