After having lost most of their savings gambling and whoring, they had learned at a sailors' tavern just off the docks that America could be reached b... simply signing a paper and that it was very easy to get lost in that big country. The savages were no longer a danger, they had been assured, and the girls are ripe for plucking."Oh plucking, is it?" Sean had roared, wiping foam from his lips. "Well, we'll pluck a few, eh brothers." I think we'd better have a pluck ere we sign aboard that lean. . t... t...two other times. But not this bad." I was having a hard time talkingabout it. "I'm sorry this is so hard." I began to cry."I know, but I need to know." She sounded concerned. "This is anemotional thing for you, isn't it?" Yes, and I don't know why." I was trying hard not to cry. But it wasgetting really hard to talk without crying. I reached under my pillowand grabbed my journal and handed it to her. "Here, I don't know if Ican talk right now, it's all in here anyway."It took her. “Oh shit,” she mouthed to herself as she shifted again on her bar stool, trying desperately to fan herself with splayed fingers. She felt drugged. Did he slip something into her drink? What the hell is happening?And so it began.Eyes widened as pupils dilated. Hot and cold flashes with palms of wet. Gently furrowed brow of concern as the intensifying sensations washed over her weakened, submitting body. Her hardened nipples now expressively pressed through her lace bra and against her taut. Kevin, Bobby and Vicky did not chase them off, so much as simply make their way to the top and stake their claim. A few hard looks later, and the noise followed the youngsters off in the direction of the wooden fort/jungle gym thing.They talked."I think," Vicky said, jean covered knees drawn up to her chin, "Mom is going to start to try to find things for me to do for the rest of the summer. Keep us out of trouble. I heard her talking with Dad." That sucks," Bobby said. She nodded."Yeah, but it.