“Haley’s at the other one,” she said. “Hurry.”I shook the last drops off, dropped the seat, brushed my teeth, by which time Haley was in the...e with me.“Waffles,” she said.“Coffee first,” countered Deena.“Your daughter,” Haley snickered. “Both.”Phone rings. Dan 1.0. “Hey, bud!”“Have you had breakfast yet?”“Just getting started.”“Stop. Cindy says...”I laughed. “Say no more. Where?”He named a local eatery with a breakfast buffet.“On the way.”“See you there.”“Breakfast out today?” Deena. "Sorry. I-I ... Sorry, Andrew. That was unnecessary."He smiled warmly at her. "I know. A lady's boudoir is a private place."She could not help herself but laughed. "Pompous barrister."Andrew was cheered. Perhaps her earlier reserve and coolness were reaction.The clothes collection went without a hitch: three sets of everything with Katrina specifying the outer garments and Andrew looking for wide sleeved blouses. Jersey sleeves would stretch and should regain their shape when washed and. "What are you doing", she pleaded, which earned her a kick in her side.She groaned, sure that a rib was bruised, still scared of why he had the scissors. Suddenly she felt her knee length skirt being cut away, followed by her panties. Even through the pain, Rose felt mortified that her vagina, her most sacred, hidden part, was exposed to her grandsons."That is a disgusting bush you've got there, cunt", Josh said as he brandished the belt and turned to his brother. "You want to go first", he. Please come with me."The wind backed into the north overnight and it took the ships three more days to reach Otranto, in the very southeast of Italy. The city and its C-shaped port had once been a duché grand-fief de l'Empire in Napoleon's Kingdom of Naples. It was now simply another port in the firm control of the British Navy."Pikers," Captain Sir William Stanhope said. "Dragged you out of a game of whist. Found you at your club. Hah! Gentlemen, I was on my bridal tour when the Admiralty's.