Chuck. And he was clad only in a pair of close-fitting silk jockey shorts.“Chuck! W-What do you want?” Margaret exclaimed, gripping the covers tig...tly.“I heard you cry out. What’s wrong?” he said, striding forward.“Nothing – nothing at all! I just had a b-bad dream. I’m fine now,” she stammered apprehensively. “G-Go back to bed, Chuck. Goodnight!”“Poor thing!” Chuck said solicitously, ignoring her. He sat down on the bed. “You’ve had an lot of those dreams lately, haven’t you? I’ve heard. The restaurant had nearly been cleared out; just only a few tables were still occupied and I decided to get braver. As we left I just put the jacket over my arm and waited until our host offered to help me, putting my jacket on, touching my naked back with his fingertips…Then I saw Victor was excited by my behavior and my willingness to expose myself for his pleasure to other stranger men. I got a few glances from some ladies in the restaurant. As we said good night to the client; Victor begged. .. leaving.”After hurriedly putting her plate down, she crashed into his arms, but he managed to hang onto his plate long enough to put it on the ground beside them. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him fiercely. “I told you not to worry about that.”“But, Baby. I think...”“Hush. I’m telling you to stop worrying, and I mean it. I have a plan. Granted, it’s not complete yet, but ... I’m almost certain it will work. So, stop your worrying. Everything is going to turn out just fine.”“Jas,. Taller than their little boats. They cannot come up our sides if we choose to not let them!”“Sir, we have no weapons ... and they have the machine guns!”I hauled out my Glock and showed it to their shocked amazement. “We have weapons,” I retorted. But a .45 caliber semi-automatic is not a machine gun. He was right about that and what they had, or might have, outclassed anything I had available.On the other hand ... fire was a weapon—a decidedly deadly one, in fact.I’d had an idea. In one of my.