She woke later hearing the sound of the riding crop on Dorita's flesh. She was in the fetal position herself and rolled over on her stomach for her ow... inevitable punishment. Again she kept Judy's body in her mind's eye, telling her self it was worth it. The riding crop stung her ass five times. She gasped while mouthing a silent Judy with each whack. He then ordered her on her back. She feared the worst, thinking he might whip her in that position. Suddenly she felt Dorita crawling over her. Then an information board appeared that had the specs of the ship, the passenger list and the date of the crash. It also acted as a memorial for Marco. As Cricket shut down the ship, she lowered the cargo ramp to allow people onboard.The group then took a quick tour of the visitor centre, since they hadn’t actually gone over there yet. Kat explained that she had given their spare card machine to Liyana for use at the visitor centre, but that she needed to remember to setup a separate account. Kate worked in her widowed thirty-eight year old mother's seafood shop down in Lyttelton. She, like the fabled Molly Malone, was a fishmonger, and that really was no wonder, because so was her mother and her mother before. Or so Jake was told anyway. He had never met the mother before before (as it were), since she'd been dead these past ten years, but he had met the mother — Elizabeth Crawford. She was nothing more or less than an older version of Kate herself — the same curvy body, large. Willow walked over and kissed Quatch, her body melting against him. Quatch stood frozen for a second and then wrapped his arms around Willow's lithe body and kissed her back. The doorbell rang again and I smiled. My friends and I were going to have a lot of fun tonight.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I watched them from the shadows, scurrying like the vermin they where. I hated them all. The descendants of Adam and that submissive slut he replaced me with. Eve. Her name left a bitter taste in my.