There was not much sentiment for giving up their “lives, liberty or sacred honor” that summer and I doubted it was little more than words on paper...if the truth be known by one and all.After the Long Island journey, we moved down to the East River and boarded a small sloop for a quick sail out to Staten Island.The place was still virtually undeveloped and it was considered a dismal counterpoint to the excitement of a civilized city like the one on Manhattan Island and even the more developed. Joining her, he slid behind her, curling his larger body around her. He pressed very intimately against her, nestling his engorged member against her bottom. He sought her breasts, tenderly kneading the nipple, bringing it to a taut peak. Then he softly stroked her flesh, running his hands through her hair, grazing her flat belly, gently curved hips and coltish legs. Samantha lay trembling, half from fear and half from desire. She couldn’t understand what he was doing to her. This wasn’t how. It was a whim, a late night idea that I couldn't get out of my head. I think the implementation was all wrong, so I may try again.I think this is my fourth account, or maybe more; I once wrote under the name of StoryFox, and I can't say I was any good then or that I'm any good now. I've been reading from this site for a very long time, and I'm hoping that maybe I can get a decent review on this one or the next couple that roll around. I'd like to request that any of you who read this,. There was very little illumination at all, but still Liz removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and stepped back to the side, pressing her back against the wall. She stood alone, suddenly frozen in a second-thought fear, and once again the door softly clicked. God, it was dark, she thought. Even after her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, she could hardly see more than a foot ahead. And it was so quiet, almost totally silent. Perhaps no one was here after all, she.