I don’t like it, but I understand.”“There is a saying in my homeland. ‘Live by the sword, die by the sword.’ If you can’t handle the punis...ment, you shouldn’t do the crime. Let’s hope that none of your captives remember you as someone particularly worthy of hatred.”“Are you going to do this with every ship you capture?”“You people have been raping, pillaging, and killing others for years, maybe generations. What did you expect to happen when your victims learned to fight back? Yes, we are going. It had the most perfect rings ofchains, so fine, like wire hanging from it; it was a masterpiece ofdesign." She didn't like it. It sounds beautiful." Tuck sounded like he wasalmost jealous, and wondered how he would look in something like that.And then asked himself why he would want to wear it. Confusingquestions, like so many others already swimming in his imagination."She thought it was wonderful, she had tears in her eyes, until she sawthat it was not built with it a clasp but a lock." A. ..tenderly he massaged her little button. She moved as if trying to consume his fingers. Quietly he pulled his hand from her panties.She looked back at him again...wondering. He continued to sit there smiling so innocently. As she looked at him she thought of how he must have cared for six foot, two hundred-twenty five pound body during his fifty-something years on this earth. He was twenty years her senior, yet in far better condition than most young men her age. She did not know which she. I can't even get close to it." Her words ran in an unbroken, fear-filled stream, one after the other.Lou arched against his blanket bonds, "Quickly then. Let me loose."Mary stuttered to a standstill. Her hands flitted about, unable to decide what to do with themselves. "I... I can't let you loose. You know I can't."Recognizing his chance, Lou arched again against his blanket bonds. "The shotgun, take it up. If I don't do exactly like you want me to, you can shoot me in the leg." Lou rattled off.