” He turned to the midshipman alongside him. “Find the chief purser and ask him to attend me on the quarterdeck immediately.”The midshipman ‘a...e ayed’ and disappeared at a run. Although Ganges was owned and crewed by the Honourable East India Company the discipline aboard was not too far removed from that of the Royal Navy.Minutes late the midshipman returned with a portly, and puffing, man in tow.“Yes, Captain,” the portly one gasped. “How can I be of assistance?”“We have another three females. "Nothing that we know about."He pondered what he had heard for a moment before turning to me."Are they back together now?" I think so. At least it looks like it. They are again talking to each other, and seem to be in love."He nodded before answering and looking back to me."That is great. I have two kids of my own. I hope that I don't have to face the situation like that, ever. But if it happens, I hope that I'll have enough guts to do that the right thing for them." I'm sure you would."We. "I mean once you've done it with your mother, screwing your sister is no big deal compared to that, huh?"Mom was really goading me. Could she somehow have guessed that Amy and I had screwed? No, I didn't think she could. She was just teasing, enjoying this image of her son as a horny fiend, keen to have scorching sex with his female kin."Are you asking me if I ever look at my sister and think about how fine she is, how much it fun it would be to have sex with her?" That's exactly what I'm. Otto changed his point of aim and threw the next bottle against the wooden wall of the building. Ah, that was a different story, entirely. The wood was old and dry, and the fire retardant paint has long since lost its effectiveness. It took only a few moments for the wall to start burning, so Otto threw another bottle against a different place on the wall. Again, flames began to eat away at the wall. He had time to throw five more Molotov Cocktails before the building was flaming to his.