Gérard was only a so-so sword and knife fighter but he was an expert wrestler and in the end more than one of the invaders found himself flipped into...the sea before he’d had a chance to swing his weapon. Beyond a scratch or two Gérard had emerged unscathed. Two crewmembers were not so lucky. One had been killed immediately, and the second died of his wounds two days after the battle.Now, Gérard realized, these two carried some kind of firearm far smaller and possibly deadlier than the muskets. Just a few weeks later, I was sitting in the cafeteria, talking with Kari, when Sarah approached us. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked. "Alone."I had a good idea what this was about, and by the smirk on her face, so did Kari. "Sure," I said. "One minute." I turned to Kari and whispered in her ear, "Finish your lunch, my Kari, then go to the bathroom. I want you to masturbate to at least one cum. When you are done, you may not clean yourself off in any way. If I am going to have to. Don’t do this.”VJ: “Hey no. Your house is only safe. They will be totally quiet. You can suck us one after the other.”Me: “Nooo. Please, not that.”VJ: “No. Your house is the safest place that I think of.”Me: “No, please. Not at my home. Please find some other place where you can take me.”VJ: “Why?’Me: “It’s not safe. Just not at my home. You meet me at the same place that we met the first night. I will come there. You take me to someplace where I can suck you guys.”VJ: “OK. We are coming. Come. I could only guess what the hell she was planning to do with that. "M-Ma—" I started. "Hush," she said, just loud enough for me to hear. "Your father's sleeping, and I don't want to wake him." My eyes widened some. Was she for real? Did she really plan on doing things to me with dad here? What if he overheard us and caught us? I wouldn't have to runaway. He'd happily toss me out the front door, but not before pounding me into a unrecognizable pulp. Strangely.