I remember helping her out with things I could around the house like cutting her grass and things like that, about 2 miles from our house their was a ...ld mill with a water wheel, A lot of the k**s hung out their, it was kind of a party place, I had told Brenda I was going on Friday and she started to ask a lot of questions about it, we decided to go down and check it out, one day during the week we took off and went to show her where it was, their was Brenda, me and two other guys and one of. In short order I was shipped off to the Indies, in the company of Aunt Agatha and Rev'd Pinchwork, God rest their souls.So where was I? Ah yes, Dear Diarie, standing naked with my arms tied above me on the main deck, blindfolded, and sorely missing the nameless tongues which had, moments before, been licking their way toward my breasts, cunny, and bottom, I knew that my one advantage stood in not merely meekly acquiescing in the demands placed upon my person by Captain Miranda, like any. Last time he seen me I was ugly as fuck to be honest. Hair parted down the middle of my forehead, dorky freckles, chubby figure, huge double chin, wore dorky clothes… I laugh when I look back on it. It was about 4pm and we both decided to go to the lake. Before he got in the water, I noticed him looking at me weird, like looking me up and down; I caught myself doing the same to him. From what I last remembered he was a scrawny 4'9 little boy but he grew up. He had dirty blonde hair, not. With a smile, he spoke as if to taught me. "My beautiful creature, you did a foolishly brave thing, but I will still receive what I want. My brave little gazelle, you will not get enough of what I offer." His words sent icy shivers up my spine, but no fear accompanied them. Setting my spine straight, I walked toward him, hoping my mock confidence would startle him as much as the words I wanted to whisper in his ear. "My lion, my demon, so long as I know you, I own you. The moment we cross a.