She didn’t work at the inn, and furthermore, those who owned the inn were not her family. Sin was in the midst of filling her second canteen full o... mead from a rusty spigot, after she had already deposited the water canteen in her bag. Overhearing the conversation about her and Abris caused her to lose focus and overfill the canteen, spilling the sappy alcohol onto the ground. ‘Shit!’ she cursed, before looking at the men who were speaking. She stared openly for a few moments while she let. See how it spills down onto your shoulders? Men love long hair like that. We want to run our fingers through it as we kiss you.”“But they don’t kiss me,” she said, breathing deeply.“They imagine kissing you. And when they see those dents in your blouse, they imagine seeing your nipples ... sucking your nipples.”“Bob,” she moaned. “You’re getting me excited! That’s crazy! I don’t want other men imagining all those things. Why am I excited?”“Because you have excited me. You look excited, and that. She had the look of a model, tall, about 110 lbs, a tight waist, incredibly long jet-black hair and probably size C breasts, he estimated. Making a mental note to come back here soon, for any reason, he headed for the boat docks. "Come on! The fish are gonna fall asleep waitin' for us at your pace!" The short man in the rubber overalls said to him as he approached "Don't want to waste a day like this on the docks!" "You're Bill Thurston?" Marc asked, surprised by this turn. "I should hope so,. "The speed limit is thirty-five." Yes, sir," I said as I handed him all the relevant papers and cards."I'll be..." he stopped as he looked at my card."You're Teresa's daughter?" he asked as he came back to the window."Stepdaughter," I corrected him."No, the way she talked to Gus down at the station, you're her daughter," he nodded. "Here," he said as he handed everything back to me. "I am not giving Teresa's daughter a ticket. You have a good day."I couldn't help myself but smile. Teresa's.