He wiped his hands on the thighs of his jeans before extending it to me, “How are ya?” I didn’t mind whether his hand was dirty or not. I was ...ar too distracted by how much he has grown and changed over the course of the past few years to pay attention to a dirty hand shaking mine. “I’m—I’m good. And you?” “I’m great,” he grinned then looked at my companion. “You can’t be Casey, can you?” he was watching Jen carefully, trying to place her. Casey was my youngest sister. “No. I’m Jen,”. " If you're interested, we give lessons right here in the store, in back," he gestured in the direction. "The price isn't bad, a pound-and-a-half per half-hour, and we have teachers that can accommodate pretty much any schedule, or style of music." I'll keep that in mind, but for now, I want to see what I can do on my own." What about piano?" Mary asked."We have a couple of uprights back there for lessons, same price as guitar."We said goodbye and headed out. Hank seemed like a good guy. I. "Engage and destroy," the warlord commanded."Yes Lord," his head bobbed.The twenty strong troop ran to meet the small boat with bows and swords ready. From the bow of the small boat a man stood up and pointed his hollow stick. Thunder and lightning erupted from the stick and a man fell. What magic is this, the warlord thought, another roar and a further man fell."Attack," he yelled, encouraging to his elite troops, a flight of arrows left the beach and found their marks within the boat.Two men. Poor, pure, young ... Sweet Nell ... Groping her bum, and forcefully fingering her sweet sweetness located nearby. As he did so ... Oh, the brute ... As he did so ... Oh, poor utterly helpless Sweet Nell was becoming a soppy wet mess.It was wrong, Nell knew it was wrong. So why didn’t it feel wrong to her. It wasn’t supposed to feel this way. To feel what? Good? All tingly, being manhandled by a mustachioed villain with a large black top hat. But Sweet Nell’s body was reacting to Snidley’s.