The first place I found after following a creek uphill was a tavern that was small by even backwoods standards. Twenty people would have filled the pl...ce and the kitchen stood as an afterthought on one end. I found some relatively clean straw, hid my musket and sat back to relax for a spell. Not a minute later, out of the kitchen door came a woman in a white shift, torn weskit and brown apron, holding her flapping skirts about her knees, running hard, and then a florid Redcoat with his codpiece. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to acknowledge her presence and hopefully avoid her interest, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a walk out of the village.He made it around the headland and Captain Brown’s house was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the cliffs and rocks that yesterday he saw from the seaward side. The path dropped lower into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from view. Soon he was walking through. At the doorway Alex pulled back, gave me a sly grin and said “I still have one more outfit to show you and I’m quite sure that you will approve”.“My dear anything from a garbage bag to the crown jewels would look good on you, but I am excited to see what you have saved for last.”With that she disappeared into the bedroom and I returned to the sitting area to wait for the arrival of the drinks and the fashion show. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and I took the tray with. ” Blonde hair tied up tightly in a bun, wearing a yellow Nike one-piece swimsuit, Laurie walked through the door. The Nike tick was on one of her protruding breasts, a white zip done up between them and an obvious cleavage above. The legs where cut just high enough that you could see the tan line of a bikini below, on an otherwise dark-skinned body. “Hi, Laurie, come on over and jump in.” The clipboard man left the room and shut the door. The water was still dripping off her from the pool next.