It’s okay, child.The voice sounded like it was everywhere around her.“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only mounting.A friend. The voice said. ...t was, indeed, friendly-sounding. Soft, and low. It reminded her of the sound a cello made. My name is Largo. The voice said its name in soft of a goofy tone that Vivian couldn’t help but smile a little at.“Where are you?” Vivian asked.I’m all around you, here, see? Suddenly, the shadow directly in front of her moved. It crawled up the stone bricks of. ’ She unsnapped her front closing bra to reveal those perfect breasts that I adored for decades. I took pics close up, focusing on my admiration. Those reddish brown nipples were already pert up. Then I lifted her up and walked into her bedroom. It was nicely set for this occasion, perhaps fit for a honeymoon.I placed her sitting at the end of the bed and I stood facing her, enjoying the view. I started with her right breast as usual. Suddenly she used her nails to scratch my shirt over. Even small ships draw more water than the Sailbait. If it could be done fifty years ago ... it could be done today.Admittedly, many were sunk, captured or run aground ... and their end wasn’t pretty, but a sane person would have immediately fled north. If there were pursuers that’s the first place they would look.I went south and sailed past Cape Saint George ... then I turned north and sailed north up the EAST side of New Ireland. Then it was days of passage making ... knots over the ground. ‘She asked me to accompany her to a do that is associated with some government function that is put on to thank volunteers for their work, nobody else was interested so as I have accepted therefore I invited her to join us this morning.” He concluded. His companion was silent for a second and just before they reached the table he whispered. ‘Are you going to fuck her?’ The question rated just a smile.What his companions thought of the woman certainly wasn’t shown, she was accepted and by the.