“Get up!” Sofia said to me in a hoarse whisper. “That’s my mom. She’s going to see your car. Where did you park?” “I’m d...wn the road,” I mumbled, still being half asleep. “Don’t worry. It’s cool.” “She comes down here all the time,” Sofia whispered while pushing me out of her slanted bed. “She don’t sleep very good and she usually wakes me up to talk.” Energy surged through my body at the thought of Sofia’s mother catching me inside her daughter’s. Lee reappeared a few moments later with his pack, which he opened and began rummaging through. He turned and grinned at me, brandishing a length of rope and a couple of stretch cables that he used to tie extra items to the outside of his pack, plus a number of multi-purpose bandanas he carried.My eyes widened. This was a topic that somehow hadn’t come up during our time together. Somehow, I just hadn’t pictured Lee, the young, clean-cut college graduate I’d spent the last month with, doing rope. First, I was about to wage war in 200 BC against a militarily dominant country. Second, and possibly even more frightening, was knowing that eleven of my women were pregnant with my children, as were all three of Celsus’s women. I also knew that the younger women would be fine if they became pregnant before they turned sixteen. I even had time to impregnate Felixa and Tatiana before my troops and I were to sail in eight days.Antia obviously had the same dream because she insisted that I fuck. Her nostrils flared as she blew out a breath, her face heated. "My pussy just gushed at the excitement, and I couldn't talk." She smiled sheepishly. "But we weren't there for conversation," she jibed."What did they look like?" Oh, he got good ones, Ron. All tall; well, taller than me, for sure, and sexy, too, if not classically handsome. Two of them were sitting, but the black one stood, and they all looked at me, and their faces, Ron; oh, they were just oozing sex and desire!" For you," he.