”Sean squeezed her hand in return but didn’t otherwise reply to her question. Simultaneously, he thought to himself, “I might have just found so...eone.”She started to ask him another question, but he stopped her. “Amanda, surprising as it is to me, I don’t mind discussing my life with you, but we need to do it some other time. Right now, we should focus on you telling me as much as you can remember about the ship, its layout, the number of girls onboard, the number of captors, and any weapons. ? His entrance having goneunnoticed between the images, sounds and sensations holding her attention, itwas the third time he had laid his hand on her shoulder like this since she hadbeen put in this position.? How long agowas it, she couldn?t recall, the clips didn?t seem to repeat but she couldn?ttell for certain nor could she tell how long it had been between each of hisvisits to her.? All she knew and caredabout was that when he had come to her, he had granted her climax as he tookhis own. As he came through the door, I noticed that he was fatter, or should I say, his potbelly was larger and he’d lost more of his hair. The form in his hand he folded long ways and slid it into his inside pocket of his jacket.“So, where’s the nearest café?”“Just up the road,” I said pointing.“Come on then,” he seemed to command, “How have you been, blimey it must be three years nearly, since London?”I saw the leer on his face as he reminisced those two nights in London. I felt embarrassed but glad. "Hands up!" Connelly yelped, his voice breaking in aroused shock.In his entire life, he'd never seen anyone as alluringly beautiful as the frightened girl standing in the middle of the supply room. She carefully raised her hands, oddly not trying to hide any part of her exposed anatomy. "She could be a trap," Jamie suggested. "A decoy to put us off guard." Lieutenant Connelly nervously looked around the room again, not seeing anyone else."Who were you talking to?" he asked the naked blond.