‘More of the same?’ I thought. As I moved closer I realised that the women were actually in acute pain. And the smaller pictures beneath showed th... same women, again the aftermath, but in tears. Some covering their faces. I was shocked. No, REALLY shocked. I looked at my two companions and I actually shivered. My hands were clammy, my heart pounding. I looked at my watch.“God, is that the time?” And I ran!I fucking RAN out of the building and on to the street. Trying to compose myself, I. Apparently, the captain saw what we were doing and ordered that the sails be furled. At least, they would not lose any more men at the wheel. I was sure that the change in tactics was not from any kind consideration for his men; instead, the captain must of been saving his men to defend against us when we boarded.By this time, we were getting very close to the pirate boat, and they were firing rifles at us. All of our men were keeping their heads down, but I was concerned for our helmsman. I. He had, so I picked up some tacos for myself. Mr. Fancy Man works most of the time from home, in T-shirt and underwear, unless I'm home. Then he begrudgingly adorns the forever stylish, flannel pajama pants. I carried my bag of tacos into the house, grabbed a soda from the fridge and knocked on Daddy's bedroom door. Why he keeps his door closed when nobody is home? Never asked... Don't care to break the gauge on my "Ick Meter"."Come in," Daddy called.I walked over to the bed, as Daddy hit the. His other hand caressed my face and he ran his fingers through my hair as his lips found my neck, making me moan as his stubble grazed across my skin. I pushed my hips forward desperately trying to grind myself against the increasingly large bulge in the front of his trousers. When he reciprocated, pushing his hips back into me I let out an audible moan. Then his hand was across my mouth and his face was in front of mine. "Keep quiet," he murmured, more aware of our surroundings than I was at.