” Grandma’s weathered face crinkled into a toothless smile. ‘Tsa-la-gi!’ she croaked. ‘O-sta!’ ‘I think she wants to adopt you,’ I smi...ed. ‘I’ve never seen her warm up to anyone so quickly.’ We finished the hominy and water and I stood, taking my grandmother’s gnarled hands in mine. ‘Thank you for the food, grandmother,’ I told her in Cherokee. ‘It was most delicious. Now my friend would like to see where I live, so we’ll be going. It was nice to see you.’ I kissed her wrinkled cheek. I held. With an effort he suppressed those thoughts. Right now he was still in command of the three ships. He was entitled to wear a rear admiral’s uniform, and if they beached him he would maintain his current rank, albeit on half pay. He was wealthy enough to live in dignity with Harriet and their children, and truth be told, he would not mind a decade or two spent with his family and eating fresh produce.Whilst he mulled these thoughts his unconscious registered the casting of the log, the deck wash. Do you like her, Cyrus?" Mary asked me."Actually, I've never really thought of her in that way. I guess it's because she only has ever dressed in sweats since she hit 10. And now that I think of it, she was always at my swim meets." I said."So, she goes to your swim meets, and Emma think she has a crush ... anything else?" Mary asked."Yeah, she always ends up in most of my classes each year." I said."Definitely was in them last year." Emma said. "Listen, Cy, I'm not gonna be mad if you hook up. Steve then grabbed her panties in one hand and pulled them off roughly, showing off her trimmed pussy hair and waxed lips.Laurel, not quite sure what was going on, started fighting back, slamming her fists against his chest. Steve took no notice, grabbing her hands and pinning them to the armrest of the couch above her head."You're not 'just saying' now are you, bitch?"He clamped a hand over her mouth before she could say anything. Laurel jerked her head around and bit his hand, making Steve.