" You're in luck Dearie, Mona just got off work. How about you walk withme and I'll get you there in time to catch the bus to the Fort in thirtyminute...." How do I know I can trust you?" You don't, but then again you could just wait here for three hours thenwait there for another two." You know you're pretty hot for a guy," I told her.Now she drew back and looked at me more closely. "Are you just guessingor can you really tell?"I held out my hand fingers spread away from me. "This is how you. “They’ve got them,” she told Sean and Mickey.“Time for part two,” said Sean. “Mickey, are you ready to back me up at the truck?”“Ready,” said Mickey, happy to finally get a chance to contribute something that Amanda couldn’t.Sean sped up and positioned his vehicle less than ten feet from the rear bumper of the target truck. He was trusting in the old adage “If you can’t see my mirrors, I can’t see you.” The truck began to slow almost immediately as Bruce reduced speed in front of it. Tony. ." Till Sunday night." Holy crap!"I walked out into the room feeling sort of like an idiot wearing that underwear. Or maybe that's the wrong term. Over-exposed, maybe?Certainly I was present in a surreal fantasy. I was sitting there, wearing underwear of another era, between two sexy teenage girls in their bra's and panties, watching a grainy bootleg sex film from the thirties. Katie started the projector and snuggled into me. Andrea was curled on the other side, only her knee was touching my. "The performance is kind of private. You can watch, but no listening. Think of it as a lap dance for the ears."The three women, arranged on the rocks, waited for Mercy to return. Harmony and Rebekkah were each nudged by Cynthia, who sat between them on the rocks. They, too, turned to observe the approach of the Turks. Mercy returned to see the trio looking at the water. She decided this was not the time to tell them that Scott was bound to the mast of one of the vessels.The fleet had been.