............Jane sighed as she sat in class. Goodness, what a bore, she thought toherself as she twirled a finger of her dark locks while making aneff...rt, in vain, to pay attention. She was grateful to Sister Nancyfor allowing her to attend Pierre St. Romanie, a city private schoolon an 'hardship scholarship' as a junior, but she grew bored of schoolmore often then not. She knew she was smart, but every school day wasa drag; she would spend more time counting down the minutes on theclock.Jane. To be completely honest no this deal did not mean a lot to him, but he had nothing better to do that weekend so why not spend it with her: standing there looking at him with a sulky pout on her delicious mouth; pink and brown with out the trace of cosmetics its only moister coming from her licking her lips. And drops of the water she had drunk. “Yes, this deal does mean a lot to me, so come back and sit down so we can work”. His tone impatient because he wanted her beside him so he could. I watched through Alex's big Nikon Binoculars. The boat kept closing but they weren't close enough to start shooting at us. We, on the other hand, could have started to drop them at any time. That is if I weren't determined to walk away clean from it all."They are demanding we shut the engines down and surrender the ship," the Captain said."I'm coming," I replied."Who am I speaking with?" I asked once I got the radio in my hand."I am Captain Z of the Somalian Navy. You are in our sovereign. “Yes, yes, I will Ms. Brendan,” she replied.“At least that you remembered,” Ms. Brendan said, referring to her use of Ms. Brendan at the end of her sentence.“The rules,” Donna thought frantically. “What were the rules?” And she thought back on yesterday and tried to remember them. At the same time she recalled all of her humiliating sex acts, her lust, her cheating. Guilt set in again, but for now Donna, overwhelmed with fear, opted to follow Ms. Brendan’s lead once again. Ms. Brendan gently.