Frey?” he asked.She finally finished and stood up from the half squat she’d been in, and ran her hands over her very pregnant belly. “N-no it’... okay. I can clean it up.”“Like hell. Go lay down in bed, I’ll clean this,” he said. His voice was a command but his tone was soft. Full of concern and love for his wife, the woman carrying his child.She waddled over to lay down in bed. Mitchell went into the bathroom to get a towel and then some Febreeze. The pungent smell of her piss turned him on like. As it was, she had several times been distracted by the large bulge in the breeches of Lieutenant Denny and had to be reminded of her place in her prayer book. Since then, whenever she saw an officer in uniform her juices welled up as if by magic, often running uncontrollably down her leg.Now, as she lay on her bed, she closed her eyes and pictured Lieutenant Denny in his scarlet coat and shiny boots. In her mind, she chose to picture him without his breeches, his manhood standing up proudly in. My face was a bit leaner giving me a more mature and experienced look – as if it belonged on someone who had lived a much fuller and eventful life then me. But it was my eyes that showed how truly different I was now. They were no longer the same ordinary shade of dark brown that I had inherited from my parents, but a light amber that almost seemed to glow in the poorly lit bathroom. Though the individual changes were slight, and I was still recognizably me, the overall difference was huge.I. There were many more wounded, maybe thirty or more, but they could wait, too.We all took part in stripping the dead pirates, going through their clothes and belongings, and dumping their bodies over the side. We set our own dead and wounded aside for later. Eventually we had Shark cleaned up to the point where we could wash the decks off. After that we could strip the prisoners, bring them over to Shark where they could be watched, and go through the three captured ships.We didn’t bother.