I can tell he just wants to be left alone. Did I mention he has a girl’s name? It’s Mackenzie, or just Mack for short. I can tell you one thing: ...e definitely doesn’t like being called Mackenzie. Well, anyway, like I said, I’ve known him for quite a while; he’s sweet, kind hearted, slightly dumb (hey, it’s cute.) and he always seems to know how to make me laugh, even in the worst of times. He’s not too bad looking himself if I do say so myself; with a mix of reddish brown hair, a clean shaven. Sonya’s smile faded. ‘Terry, they’re gonna suspect you even more when everyone finds out that Darrell and pretty much all of his crew is dead and you’re not. If you want, it’s gonna be dark by the time you get back to town, just drop off the truck, catch a cab back to you’re place, grab some things and come on back out.’ I said to him, making sense. ‘I didn’t think about that. You’re right. I don’t have a choice.’ He said. Looking at Sonya he added, ‘Not that it’s a hard choice to make, coming. "Sure," she said, gesturing to the seat. It was a tight squeeze but she didn't flinch as I sat down. She was wearing a short khaki cotton dress and she smelled fresh and spicy. I think it was the shampoo as well as the perfume. Whatever it was, it was luscious and I had to stop myself from telling her so, because I thought that could be considered pervy. My glance wandered quickly to the buttons on her chest and I caught a glimpse of white, lacy brassiere.Pervy? It's what we do, and not just. I began more and more frantic and the mate was even more cruel with the paddle, striking the tender backs of my thighs and even my calves. There was no other coin. I raced back to the captain and kissed his feet, dripping hot tears on his legs, wordlessly begging for mercy. But the Red Devil grew angry and shouted at me and in an even deeper shame I circled the room once again, wandering near the men along the edges of the room, looking at their feet. I wagged my bottom and tried to escape.