"That's why I'm so proud of you."Amanda relaxed and smiled in return. At the same time, she felt a twinge of guilt. What she was doing felt vaguely li...e "cheating" on Sirinna. It was not the first time this had come to mind. She didn't understand why. Surely there was a big difference between her feelings for Sirinna and her feelings for Jollis."Let's get back to training, then," Sirinna said. "We have a lot to cover before the midday meal."Amanda nodded, satisfied that her "secret" was safe. I have Lynn concentrate on that area. Mom is going through her list of contacts, passing them the things we are interested in. I now have a small army cruising the city, interviewing restaurants and on the outlook for a guarded semi. I get an idea. I change my requirements. Include large box vans. We are looking for two now. I pass on the info and spread the word.I get a text message, "Why two vans? Two groups?"I text back, "Yes. You catch one and stop. Second succeeds. Too many resources for. Your body pinned against the length of me, your fingers continuously stroking before starting to trace small circles down and down till you reach the hem of my skirt once more. Slipping your fingers to apex of my thighs, my knickers presenting nothing much of a barrier as they seem to disintegrate between your strong finger, the lace shredding under your touch. Your fingers reach my centre soaked, enticing your fingers as they slide delicately along my slipperiness, as you reach my engorged. She took a fork full and her eyes widened. “Where? How?” She took a bite and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. “What devil did you make a deal with?”“The terrible demon, Stewpot,” Will grinned.“Stewpot is a ridiculous name for a demon,” Jack said, taking another bite.“Pretty good name for a ship’s cook though.”“Oh, is that his name?” Jack asked.“You’ve been on the ship longer than me, and you still haven’t learned the cook’s name?” Will asked pointedly.Jack looked at the cobbler thoughtfully..