“If she’s a slaver, we don’t want to kill the people belowdecks we came to rescue.”A broadside swept the deck of the schooner, splintering the...mainsail mast and causing it to sag dangerously against other tangled lines of hemp rope. The ship slowed.“All right, all right, you bastards!” came the husky but undeniably female reply. “We strike. Damn you, we strike.” Down came the ship’s colors, and her sails too. The battle and chase were over.Chapter 2When Lt. Weaver and his boarding party stepped. It didn’t feel warm, nor did it have the ridges that would form when the veins on his cock became engorged with his pumping blood.I made up my mind. I had to have the real thing thrusting between my legs.“Molly, the pump is out again. Can you call Mr. Simmons and see if can come take a look at it? I have to take your grandmother for her appointment and won’t be back for some time," Mom yelled as she headed out the door.“Sure, Mom. I’ll call and ask him to come right away.”I called Joshua but. Our guests had been camped in our sanctuary for almost a whole month when the old man who had been sentry up on the ford ridge came running into the summer camp, sounding a loud bird call in alarm. All the womenfolk started gathering up the toddlers, swiping at the youngsters and getting everyone up and ready to flee west towards the site of the new village and away from the approaching English. Within minutes, the camp was deserted except for Eliza and my family of four. We figured I’d take my. But I don’t think it can go any farther, okay?”Jon nodded in what I believed was agreement. Then we took the bottles outside, put them on ice in the large cooler, and joined Liza and Casey in the backyard.I tried to be nonchalant, but Casey could tell something was up. He watched me like a hawk for the next hour, paying attention to everything I said and did. Thankfully, it was time for the guys to do the male bonding thing and grill up some burgers.Liza and I went inside to cut some onions and.