?I see.? She got a flannel and started cleaning up the mess. Six months, she thought. One hundred and eighty days; half a day is gone already. One hun...red and seventy-nine and a half left.Sandy wiped her shoes against Mary?s blouse as she went back to her game. III?Will you hurry up with that down there? My bedroom is a real mess, I can?t get a good night?s sleep like that.??Yes Sandy, I?m almost done.? Sandy was sitting at the kitchen table, and Mary was on her knees wiping up a puddle of. .. he had me already by the short hairs and I didn't even know what he wanted from me! He was acting as if he wished to be helpful, but still he was yanking my chain at every opportunity! What did he want from me? Did the retired general need my help making financial ends meet? Doubtful; he wasn't ever the sort of man that had his hands stuck out for bribes and he discharged from the vigiles anyone caught taking normal routine 'backhanders' as well. No, he didn't want my money ... but he did. The chiseled maintenance man looked at her sprawled form for a moment, herrobe having fallen open. He scooped up the plump girl taking her out to theawaiting van "good, I got her" said the sniper who was packing his weapon awayin a secret compartment before opening the back door, revealing a large woodencrate lined with hay. The strong man placed her into the crate, smiling viciously. He had beenwell paid for this and the fun has just begun, he thought as he nailed thedoor of the crate shut and. We'd quietly talk, legs entwined some mornings when the ship was rolling, and we'd rub against each other. I hate to admit it, but we both enjoyed a warm feeling between our legs when it happened. Felicity would hold me, asking me not to leave her right away due to her 'feeling butterflies in her tummy'.Felicity was changing; she'd made a friend in Bella and was always anxious to see her. I was learning much more about our captain. She wasn't the monster rumor had made her out to be. I found.