"The brother, wordlessly, bent his dark head and signed where he was told. The third young man, the red-headed pewter worker, was not asked about his ...eligion and was glad of it since he would have hated to have denied being baptised Romish. He had even considered the priesthood at one time until he discovered that girls were much more interesting and easier to come by than a long cassock, church Latin and a dog collar."Have you mastered your mystery, then?" asked the purser, looking dubiously. He’d waited until now to change because he didn’t want to hurt Maggie’s feelings by changing out of the work pants and shirt she’d gotten for him. Those pants and shirts are fine around town or on a short trip but there’s nothing as comfortable as a good set of buckskins, he thought. The buckskin pants were a little tight but they’d stretch with use. The shirt fit fine but Johnny cut off the fringe along the arms and across the chest and back. Damn fringe just gets in your way, he said to. .Wo ulath gayi or mera ser le ke gaand ke paas sata di..Kya khusboo tha dam bhar ke chat ne laga..Wo to do bar jhad chuki thi or wild v ho gayi thi.Wo mujhe dhakka di or mere uppar beith gayi..Mujhe kiss karna suru kiya or gale me v kiss kiya..Dress ko utar ke full body me apna jiv ferane lagi kya fillings tha yar…Uske bad dhire dhire niche gayi or ek dam patak se mera 8″ lund ko muh me le kar choosna start kiya..Hum v siskariyan le rahe the..Wo mere goti ko v chata…Uska bed me do tange phelake. ." Lucie started as she was looking around in wonder."Yes?" The slender teen asked smiling sweetly as she awaited Lucie's answer."Oh! I'm sorry I am Lucie Hartwell." Lucie said suddenly."Hartwell? Are you related to the emperor's second? Admiral Hartwell?" Sherry asked in a cheery manner.Lucie could only stare at Sherry a moment. It was going to take some getting used to the computer or A.I. or whatever she was. "Uh... yeah. He's my brother. One I thought was long dead." That is so sad, I know.