The Pirate Affair
Chapter Four
Copyright 1997
by AUTHOR22@aol.com
Miss Nancy Hillman, proprietor and partner of New Orlean's only clothing
store was having dinner with a prospective customer.
The woman, whose daughter was to be introduced to the city's social
elite, had her mind set on a particular design of gown she had seen in
the portrait of her grandmother which adorned her dinning room.
Miss Nancy, as the ex - missionary had become known, was certainly not
of the class of her customer, but she did have a reputation of being
the best seamstress this side of London.
The lady had called upon the store to begin negotiations for her project.
She was surprised to discover that Miss Nancy was not subservient
to her wishes.
The two ladies had agreed to discuss the matter over dinner at the
Hotel d'Iberville. Privately, Miss Nancy's customer was hoping those
who saw her would understand this dinner was a matter of business.
Nancy Hillman, on the other hand, had no illusions as to why this fat
cow of a woman was treating her so generously.
The chef had concocted a dish from the local shell fish that abounded
in the muddy waters of the river. Despite the questionable environment
from which the creatures came, the chef had indeed shown his genius.
The darkies spent many hours removing the shells from the miniature
lobster like water insects.
As they were waiting for their main course Miss Nancy noticed a young
man pass through the dinning room and out to the porch. It wasn't the
young man, himself, that had caught her eye, it was the suit he was
wearing.
Almost a year before she had seen a painting of a young couple. She
had been taken by the picture, and had surreptitiously made sketches
of the garments. Then as time permitted she brought the clothing in to
being. At the time, she had no particular client in mind. The project
was on speculation. It also was something she could point to as being
an example of her ability; an Icon, if you will.
The sight of someone actually wearing the suit in the crowded dinning
room of the d'Iberville brought her up short.
The cow was mumbling something about pink silk, and horrible ruffles.
Her eyes flicked back to her hostess. The fat lips were moving. The
words were inane. But the woman was paying for this dinner, and
deserved better than what Miss Nancy was giving.
"Mrs. Granville, please forgive me. I will be back in just a moment."
Before the woman could reply, her guest placed her napkin on the
table, and swept away in the direction of the hotel entrance. She was
a bit flustered by this total lack of recognition of her position
amongst the aristocracy.
As the owner of Nannett's reached the porch area she could not believe
her eyes. Not only was the young man wearing the suit she herself had
tailored, but the woman was wearing the dress.
Her first reaction was one of anger. She erroneously jumped to the
conclusion that Charlotte had sold the ensemble without her knowledge.
If it weren't for that ridiculous woman in the dinning room she would
have immediately confronted her partner with her suspicions.
Even though she did not consider that the garments had been stolen, she
did feel she had been betrayed. She was not a woman who let things
slide; even for a moment.
She approached the small table where the man and his two companions
were seated. "My that is a beautiful dress, Miss. I hope you won't
think me forward, but you look so handsome in the garment that I felt
compelled to let you know." Then she added, "I have a clothing shop in
town, and I have the twin to that dress. If you have time tomorrow,
why don't you drop by and we'll see if we have some accessories that
would go with it."
Jerry didn't even blink. "How nice of you. I'd love to, when do you
open?"
"How about ten? Is that too early?" Miss Nancy intended to have Charlotte
in the shop for a confrontation.
Still troubled she returned to her customer. While she had been gone
those horrible looking creatures had been served on a bed of rice, and
the stupid woman had not waited her return and was stuffing her fat
face.
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As soon as Mrs. Hillman had returned to the dinning room, Jerry and
Scott broke out into a fit of laughter. Of course they should return
the garments without delay. However, they had other things on their
mind; they'd see the clothes were back in the shop before daybreak.
"Scott. Why don't we have dinner brought to our room. It would be more
comfortable than eating here."
Her companion turned to their guest, "Of course you will join us?"
Jack hesitated. He felt a foot touch his boot. He didn't realize it,
but his boot was a trigger to his pego, which answered for him.
Scott beckoned the waiter. "May we order dinner from you and have it
served in our room?"
"For two?"
"No, for three?"
"Of course sir."
As the threesome passed through the lobby the man at the desk noted
that the third was a seaman. He wondered what was up; but then it
wasn't his place to be concerned; after all they had the best room in
the hotel.
Just behind a supporting column, and generally out of the view of
those guests that passed from the dining room to the stairs, sat the
son of the establishment's proprietor. The young man, who had just
passed his 19th birthday was waiting for his date. If everything went
as expected he'd have her in bed before midnight.
The girl he was waiting for was the subject of the discussion between
seamstress and client in the adjoining dinning room. She had been
dismayed when she learned of her mother's visit to the d'Iberville. She
had told her parent that she intended spending the night with a school
mate. The girl had heard rumors of just how good her date was in the
bedroom. And while a virgin, she intended to change that status that
very night.
But, as mother lingered on, trying to convince Miss Nancy of the
importance of the dress, the daughter was hidden from sight, and would
not enter the building.
In the meanwhile the young master, Sean, was becoming exasperated. It
was three quarters past the hour at which time his date should have
arrived. He was not used to being kept waiting.
At their plantation he had his choice of the black wenches. The French
chef had been his mentor, tutoring him on the best ways to please a
woman.
When Jerry, Scotty, and Jack left the dinning room, Sean noticed the
three as they ascended the staircase. Once they were out of view he
examined the guest register: Mr. Scott Smith, Jerry Smith. Well, that
didn't tell him much. Their taking the sailor to their room told him
much more.
Jack was impressed by the grandeur of the d'Iberville. It wasn't
quite as nice as some of the establishments in La Havana, but still...
Of course this hotel wasn't a front for a whore house like the ones
along the Spanish Main.
Scott had opened the doors leading out onto the balcony. "Jack, come
here and take a look at the river."
The young sailor eagerly joined his host. He wondered if they shared
the same feelings for one another.
Scott was pointing toward the Harbor. "Is that your ship?"
Jack moved closer to him under the guise of sighting down his arm to
see where he was looking.
Scott turned toward him. It was those eyes. It was those fucking eyes.
Again the boy's heart leapt in an emotional upsurge. The closeness,
even the smell of him turned him on. All he could think of was how
could he get the man alone.
As if reading his mind, Scott's right arm extended around Jack's
waist, and drew him closer. That one touch sent his blood boiling. He
could hardly control himself. But then, he didn't need to, as the
young man embraced him. Their eyes looked deeply into the others, then
drew their faces closer together. Jack could see every detail of the
face; the nose, the eyes, the lips ... Oh those succulent lips. Like
two magnets they came together with an out gushing of passion. Lips
met lips, they separated slightly allowing tongues to intermingle. The
sweet taste of a lover's mouth. The warmth of a lover's touch. The
pleasant smell of a lover's body.
"Aren't you boys going to wait for me?" Jerry came out onto the balcony.
"The waiter should be here soon. I ordered a bottle of Champagne."
At that very moment a waiter carrying a silver bucket passed Sean en
route to the second floor. "John-boy. Is that for the couple in the
suite?"
"Shore is massa Sean. They's ordered dinner too."
"You return to the kitchen, I'll take the wine to them." He would play
the part of head waiter; he might learn something about his three
guests; and the girl was luscious.
The Mses. Granville and Hillman were still attempting to come to
terms. In all fairness to the latter, she tried to concentrate on the
other's needs. Within the plantation community social status was
important. It was competitive. Both ladies knew that Mrs. Hillman's
success had been achieved through the evolvement of that structure. But
the issue of the purloined clothing was beyond diversion.
Nancy simple threw up her hands and said, "Ruth, whatever you decide
will be fine with me."
The use of her first name was, momentarily, overlooked in her winning
the battle. "Mrs. Hillman, I'll have my daughter there first thing
tomorrow morning, say about ten?"
Nancy's mind was still distracted by the matter of the misappropriated
clothing and thus, without even thinking agreed to the appointment.
Jerry and Scott had ordered dinner to impress their guest. Personally,
neither ghost was interested in food. In a way they were hungry; that
craving had returned. In the excitement of the day they had neglected
finding a supply of Ectoplasm upon which to snack.
It was obvious that Jack was eager to supply their needs; they hoped
there would be enough for two.
A knock at the door diverted their attention. Scotty released Jack to
answer.
It was the waiter with the Champagne.
The fact that the servant was not black surprised the young ghost.
Sean quickly moved into the room, leaving the closing of the door to
the guest.
He addressed the woman. "I thought you might like the wine before
dinner is served. It should be ready within a half hour. May I
oblige?"
Even before Jerry had nodded in ascent he was removing the metallic
foil from around the top.
Sean surveyed the room and the guests. It struck him as somewhat odd
that it was the man that the sailor was close to. If it had been him
he'd be at the woman's side. The possibilities made him grin to himself.
With a little cunning he just might have the woman.
The bottle popped as he withdrew the cork. Carefully, he poured the
bubbly liquid into each of the three long stemmed glasses. He handed
the first to the woman.
She nodded in appreciation. Jerry's eye was caught by the youth's
body. That bulge in his trousers seemed to have gotten larger; or was
it just her imagination. "Hmmm."
Her glance did not go unobserved by Sean. "Things are looking up," he
mused to himself.
After serving the other two glasses, he withdrew. "I'll be back as
soon as diner is ready."
To himself he had vowed that he would see to the lady's every need.
At the front desk Sean asked the clerk if they had any other guests or
reservations. The man shook his head no. "Good, I'll be staying the
night. I'll take the small room at the back."
Jerry had beckoned Scott to follow her into the bathing room. "I think
the waiter is interested in me. If we get lucky you won't have to share
Jack. But you'd better watch yourself with him. I think he's falling
in love with you."
She did not like the look in her companions eyes. He too looked like a
love drunk cow in heat. "We don't know what being dead is going to
lead to. If you really care about the lad you had better not lead him
to believe that there can be any future for the two of you."
It was then that both ghosts discovered another attribute about
themselves; they were gaining wisdom well beyond their years. Why were
they here; why had they met no others like themselves. Could it be
that their state was a phase between life and rebirth as another
being?
Those fleeting thoughts passed between them as transient as a gust of
wind. Of far greater importance was the meal they were preparing for
themselves.
Again it was Jerry that spoke. "After dinner, I'd like to use the
bath. That could lead to a tub of fun."
Scotty chuckled out loud as he replied, "You'd better ask the waiter
to show you how it works."
In the meantime the Misses Hillman and Granville were lingering over a
cup of coffee. Nancy was eager to end the evening, but any details
unattended to would just mean the necessity of another meeting. Her
smile felt like it was glued on. "The red and white frock that we made
for Lucy last month; does it still fit properly?"
"Oh my yes. Lucy just loves it. We can hardly get her out of that
dress to have it laundered."
Miss Lucy was almost 16. She was wearing the very frock being discussed
by her mother and Nancy. She was hidden in the bushes less than
a hundred feet from the two.
Lucy had observed not only the on going meeting in the dining room,
but that her date had taken a bottle of Champagne upstairs. That
could only mean the lad was planning a first rate seduction. The very
thought created moisture between her legs.
As she continued to contemplate the destruction of her plans she
observed Sean leading two Negro waiters carrying two large trays of
food through the lobby, and up the stairs. If her mother didn't leave
soon that meal would go to waste.
Almost from the instant that young Sean had asked her to join him at
the d'Iberville she had planned her own seduction. She would tease the
boy, then alternately move between maybe yes and probably no. She
would have the lad under her total control. Then finally she would
permit him to enter the valley of her pleasure.
Sean had insisted that the chef provide more food than normally would
have been served, and he had hidden a second bottle of Champagne in
his room. One way or another tonight would be an orgy long remembered.
His knock at the door of the suite was perfunctionary as he immediately
opened it and ushered the waiters into the room. "John-boy, put the
trays on that side board, then you two can leave. I will serve my
guests."
The two waiters wondered to themselves what was going on. The young
massa had never before shown any interest in the hotel or its guests.
"Yes sa massa Sean," and they departed.
Jack and Scotty were on the balcony. Jerry was sitting on the edge of
the bed as the servants of the hotel delivered their dinner. The head
waiter's announcement that he was to serve the meal was a pleasant
surprise. Secretly she thought, "More than you realize sonny boy."
Sean had stayed in the kitchen during the entire preparation of the
meal. To some extent it annoyed the help, as the lad interfered with
everything, demanding that the food be the best, and in copious
quantities. The chef, who had trained the boy in the arts of seduction,
presumed he had good reason, and thus suffered the interference
without question.
So it was with some dismay that Sean observed that only the seaman
consumed the meal with gusto while the other two picked at their food.
He kept their wine glasses full. He had always found that Champagne
seemed to improve his chances with the opposite sex. Before the meal
was half over he retrieved the spare bottle from his room.
He stationed himself behind the male guests so that he could see to
the lady's every need. Her smiles toward him made his heart grow warm,
her continual downward glances might have been an expression of
shyness except for the fact that they were so numerous. Consciously he
willed himself to a state of semi erection to see her reaction.
The glances became so frequent that he permitted himself a full erection,
tenting his white trousers. The look in the woman's eyes told
him that she would be his for the asking. He reached inside of his
pants and positioned his member vertically so that it wasn't as
obvious before moving back into the view of the men.
"Waiter, the food was excellent. My complements to the chef. But,
before you leave I need to be shown how the bath works." Jerry's order
took the man by surprise, he had presumed she would find a way for
them to spend the night; now she appeared to be dismissing him.
"Certainly mam. It is a little complicated. Let me show you."
He led the way into the bath.
"That metal tank embedded in the back wall of the fireplace contains
enough water for two baths. Then, you place that wooden trough so
that one end is under that spigot, and the other in that support on
the tub." He picked up the length of wooden trough, and put it in
place, then allowed the water to flow.
"Oh that looks wonderful." Jerry began unbuttoning her dress. "Would
you help me with this?"
Sean began unbuttoning the high collar. His cock refused to be controlled.
The blouse was now open, her bare tits shocked him with their
sensuality.
Jerry moved her hands behind the boy, and grasped both of his buttocks,
and pulled him toward her till his hot member was a pulsing
baton.
"What about your husband?"
"He's not my husband, he's my brother," she lied.
"And the sailor?"
"They are lovers."
"Can you come to my room?"
Jerry released the hold on his left cheek, and plunged her right hand
into the man's trousers, grasping on to the magnificent instrument.
"Oh Yes," she hissed.
Regaining control of herself she continued, "But first I want that
bath. Where is your room?"
Sean wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck her right then and there.
But it would be best to wait till she came to him, then they could
enjoy themselves without any concern about the others; hopefully many
times throughout the night. He thought to himself, "This is going to
be much more fun than getting into Lucy Gravilles's pants."
While Jerry was planing her night with Sean, Scotty was telling Jack
about what he suspected was going on in the bath room. If he was
correct then the two boys would have the suite to themselves.
The sailor was thanking the magic of the lustful painting hanging on
the bulkhead of the focsle cabin.
In the dinning room Nancy Hillman had decided to end the evening.
"Thank you Ruth for the delicious dinner. Oh, by the way, have Lucy
wear that frock when she comes into the shop tomorrow. Garments change
after a few launderings, so I'll probably need to make some adjustments."
Ruth Granville suppressed an angry retort about the familiar use of
her first name; the seamstress had offered to do more than she had
expected. "Very well then, Mrs. Hillman, Lucy will be there. I'm
pleased that you enjoyed the meal. The chef is absolutely the best."
Even though Jerry was enjoying the feeling of the warm water around her
body, the craving was becoming more intense. Her meal was awaiting her
just down the hall.
After drying, she put on her clothes all the while thinking how foolish
dressing was just to walk those few feet.
Moments later she tapped at Sean's door. The boy had been sitting in a
chair. His cock was so stiff that he had thought about jerking off. If
she had been much longer he would have. It would not have made much
difference as he was sure he would be good for the entire night. In
fact jerking off might have been a good idea; he'd last longer the
first time with her.
He opened the door, and Jerry stepped in. The idea of foreplay did not
enter either of their minds. The only thing that needed to be done was
to get naked as quickly as possible. Sean made it before she did,
those stupid buttons were in the way. If she had not intended to
return the garment in the morning she would have ripped them from her
body.
His hard cock was poking her through the dress before the final
vestiges of modesty dropped to the floor. Eagerly they lunged on to the
bed.
Sean's hand immediately reached for her crotch. Jerry did the same,
her hand encircling the shaft. Her hunger had accelerated. She wanted
some of that NOW!
Jerry had hardly left the suite when Scott and Jack also raced to get
undressed. Neither lad had the problems of buttons that had retarded
Jerry's disrobing, thus they reached the same state of nakedness at
the same time. So it was seconds earlier than in the room at the end
of the hall that the two occupants lunged on to their bed. Each hand
rapidly sought the shaft of the other. Jack was in the throws of first
love, while Scotty was experiencing the same cravings as was Jerry.
Lucy Granville was anxiously awaiting the departure of her mother.
Nancy Hillman was exiting the d'Iberville, thinking about the morrow.
It was then that she realized she had conflicting appointments. "Oh,
well the young woman was unlikely to keep her appointment." She'd have
to delay the confrontation with Charlotte 'til a bit later.
Jerry was hungry for Sean's cock. She had surprised her seducer by
sliding under him, and taking his instrument into her mouth. It was
the first time young Sean had ever experienced this form of sex and he
loved it.
Jerry's view was of the boy kneeling over her, his cock rapidly sliding
back and forth in her mouth. His balls were tight against his
body, they were almost hairless. She was mesmerized at the details of
her microscopic view of the man's genitals in action. She felt him
stiffen, then he gushed load after load of life giving semen.
It was while he was thus engaged that Miss Lucy burst into the room to
surprise her new beau.
Instantly Jerry dematerialized.
The view that greeted Miss Lucy was that of young Sean, totally naked,
on all fours, his man's equipment huge and beyond what she had expected,
and totally alone.
"Oh Sean. I knew boys had a way of taking care of themselves, but
couldn't you have at least waited till later?" The girl turned, and ran
from the room.
The shock of his discovery had traumatized his thinking. Not even
realizing Jerry had disappeared, and still naked he dashed after the
girl. "Lucy stop!" he shouted.
The girl had reached the head of the stairway, and turned. The scene
startled her as young Sean stood there in the middle of the hall,
absolutely as naked as the day he was born. His sex organ huge and
glistening. She continued running down the stairs almost knocking down
a waiter coming up the stairs.
"Massa Sean, you gotta have more patience with the ladies." John-boy's
comment reached the boy as he turned and ran back into the room.
The black waiter was valiantly attempting to control a fit of laughter,
as he ran down the stairs. His friends in the kitchen weren't
going to believe it.
The two in the master suite were similarly engaged, expect that they
were in a 69 position.
Jack was attempting to prolong the experience, but Scotty had him on
the verge. He worked more diligently so that they might achieve climax
at the same time. He felt Scotty stiffen, he knew they were both
there. He released his control delivering load after load of semen
into his lover.
Scott's cock was in his throat as he felt the first spasm strike. But
unlike his climax Scott seemed to continue pulsing. The man's groans
of pleasure were sustained. There was no question in Jack's mind that
his partner was in the throws of ecstasy that went beyond his own.
While that pleased him, he was running out of air.
It was this view that greeted Jerry as she materialized in the room.
She recognized that Scott had allowed himself to go to climax. It
would probably go on forever if she didn't do something. She grabbed
the bucket of ice water that had held the Champagne and threw it onto
the couple.
Downstairs Lucy Gravnille ran headlong into her mother. Tears were
streaming down her cheeks. "Lucy dear, what are you doing here! I
thought you were sleeping over at the Eybers."
Had Jerry observed the mother and daughter she would have been
inclined to comfort the girl.
The evening had been a shambles for everyone except the two ghosts.
Sean was in shock. He knew that every girl in New Orleans would soon
learn of Lucy's discovery. He would be the butt of jokes forever.
Jack could not understand why Jerry had interrupted the last of their
love play with that dousing of ice cold water. Just remembering the
shock of it sent shivers up and down his spine.
Lucy, who had planned her own seduction, couldn't believe the size of
that massive thing she had hoped to have inserted in her. Never!
Never! Never!
Ruth Gravnille was confused by the presence of her daughter.
Even though the lady had had her way with that horrid seamstress she
felt it an empty victory.
The proprietor of Nanette's was irritated by the attitude of her client.
She was almost livid with anger for her partner as she thought
about the many hours she had spent creating the two suits of clothing.
The kitchen staff of the d'Iberville was in an uproar of laughter as
John-boy acted out the scene in the hallway. Even the chef who felt a
responsibility for young Sean found it difficult to suppress his
mirth.
Meanwhile Jack, sitting in a puddle of cold water on the only bed in
the room realized his lustful dreams had come to a conclusion. No one
could sleep in that cold, wet, mess. Additionally, Jerry had returned.
Then there was the fact that he was no longer as sexually driven as he
had been, and from all appearances neither was Scott.
So it was that at ten thirty in the evening, the desk clerk made note
of the departure of the young seaman.
Less than fifteen minutes later, while walking along Dock Street
toward the Seagull, Jack turned around and headed back to the hotel.
His relationship with Scott was far more important than a wet bed, or
a jealous female.
At the same time, the two ghosts felt that they should do something
about the borrowed garments. Scotty saw no reason that he should be
visible, while Jerry must be materialized in order to carry the
clothes.
Jack saw Jerry on the other side of the street as he approached the
hotel. "Great!" he thought to himself, "Scotty and I can sleep on the
floor." He grinned as he re-examined the word "Sleep."
He walked directly to the stairs. The clerk who had nodded off didn't
realize the young man had returned.
Upstairs he knocked on the door of the master suite. There was no
reply. He repeated the knock, then tried the door. There seemed to be
no one there. Confused, he started back toward the stairs.
Sean had heard the knock, and peeked his head out of the door. There
was no one other than the sailor. "Psst," he beckoned.
"Do you have any idea where Scott is?"
Sean who was dressed only in his trousers was reluctant to converse in
the open hallway. "Come in."
Jack joined him, and they closed the door.
"Do you have any idea where Scott is?," he repeated.
Three things crossed Sean's mind. The incredible feeling of Jerry
sucking his penis. His plans for a night of fucking to the limit. The
comment that the woman had made about the two men being lovers.
At first the idea of two men doing things to each other had repulsed
him, but that was before he had experienced Jerry's ministrations.
No way would he let a penis enter him. However, getting his dick
sucked would be better than jerking off.
Going home and fucking one of the black women was always an option.
Already his imagination had created scenes of all women laughing at
his attempted seduction of Lucy; AND his being caught bare assed in
the hallway.
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The two ghosts, one visible and the other not, approached Nannett's.
They looked around carefully, making certain they were not being
observed. Scott materialized inside of the shop and then opened the door
permitting Jerry to enter.
Even though they thought the matter of the borrowed clothing was hilarious
they did use great care in replacing the garments on the
wooden figures, exactly as they had been when the two had first seen
them.
"No point in going back to the hotel. Might as well sleep onboard the
Seagull."
"What about the waiter? I thought that was to be an all night party."
Jerry's reply stunned him. "I still don't like sucking men's things. I
saw something far more interesting in the lobby. She was wearing a red
and white frock."
"Which was more interesting the frock or who was wearing it?"
"Both. I'd like to get into both." She paused for a moment, then
offered a bit of advice. "You had better be careful. What would happen
to you if I weren't around when you let yourself come to climax. It
would drain every bit of energy out of you. You'd die if it weren't
for me."
"Yeah! But what a way to die." Then he laughed, "Believe me, it feels
better than getting eaten by a shark."
They had returned to the ship. Scott was disappointed that Jack had
not returned, then he remembered that he had not told his bed mate
that he was leaving.
The energy he had derived from Jack had lasted only a short time. The
spasms of his own climax followed by the returning of the clothes to
Nannet's had left him too tired to seek out the lad.
Jerry, on the other hand, had consumed a copious amount of Sean's
sperm. She was full of energy, and did not feel like sleeping. She
decided to seek out that cute girl in the red and white dress.
Fifteen year old Lucy had gone immediately to her room. Her tears had
dried. She undressed, and lay naked upon her bed.
She looked down at herself. She had full bodied breasts which had
developed early and caused her to start wearing a brassiere long
before most girls her age. The small pink nipples were immediately
noticeable, popping to attention as the cool evening air hit them.
Absentmindedly, Lucy ran her middle fingers over each of them.
Her right hand slid down to the hairy bush between her legs and gently
stroked the center of it.
Her thoughts were of that ridiculous boy that she had almost let have
his way with her. She had wanted to till she actually saw the horrible
thing that had projected from his groin.
As the girl lay there in her bed, she was unaware of another presence.
Jerry had found her way to the Granville home. Finding the girl's room
had not been difficult, although she had mistakenly entered the master
bedroom. The two senior Granvilles had been fast asleep. The dual
snoring told her she was in the wrong room without even looking.
In a brief glance she noticed the girl's state of arousal and wondered
how much of that was from her abrupt entrance into Sean's room at the
hotel.
Facing Lucy, her eyes reluctantly left the bare breasts and scanned
the face. Fifteen, blond hair, and green eyes.
Seeing her lying flat in the bed made her look shorter than she had
when standing in the doorway.
The ghost knelt beside her. The fully exposed breasts were topped by
pink, erect nipples. She exhibited restraint, as she wanted to kiss
the magnificent globes.
Almost as though their minds had linked, the young girl moved her free
hand so that it cupped the large breast, moving from one to the other.
Lucy's legs began to squeeze tightly, creating moving pressure within
her Vee. Boldly, Jerry placed her face just inches from the light
colored hair, wishing that the girl would put out the lamp. In darkness
she could materialize and titillate the center of that desire.
The girl moaned in appreciation of her own feelings.
With timidity she sat up, and turned the wick down. The room slowly
sank into darkness.
Cautiously Jerry materialized, already prone on the bed. The girl had
returned to her fantasy.
With great care Jerry flicked her tongue at the immature clitoris.
"Oh yessss!" Lucy purred.
The mound was becoming very wet. Never taking her eyes off the lips
in front of her, she began to play with the tiny penis shaped organ.
Faster and faster she worked her tongue, matching her penetrations to
Lucy's moans.
Recklessly she drove her tongue up inside the girl, covering it with
the sweet juices her efforts had brought forth. Without restraint she
pushed her face solidly against the hairy mound attempting to penetrate
further.
It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a long loving caress.
She could feel Lucy's body react to each stroke as she ran her tongue
across her clitoris; over and over.
Then Lucy began to buckle and spasm as Jerry increased the intensity
of her tongue's attack.
Sweat ran down the blonde's body as she shook with each new ecstatic
jolt. She could feel the rising crest within her and knew that her
orgasm was oh so very near.
Jerry darted her tongue in and out of Lucy's tunnel of love, causing
the waves of pleasure to cascade up and down the young girl's body.
The harder Jerry moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated.
Faster and faster the surges washed over Lucy, each bringing her
closer to an explosion.
Tears ran down the girl's cheeks while her seductress attempted to
delay the fire within. It was her wish that each second turn into a
full minute.
With a yell, Lucy climaxed loud enough that Jerry thought the girl's
parents might be awakened.
Lucy's small body shook for endless seconds as Jerry took in every
aspect of the girl's rapture.
And then it was over. The girl lay there recovering from the fantastic
experience. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. Smiling
to herself in the darkness she thought, "Why would any woman want a
man."
Jerry was overwhelmed by her next discovery. Like Scott, she had
fallen in love. Immediately she began fantasizing about the girl and
herself as a couple. At the moment her paramour didn't even know she
existed. She wondered if the teen could cope with an affair with a
ghost? She also wondered if it might not be wiser to first gain the
girls confidence as a male rather than as a female. Once the youngster
had fallen in love with her, then revealing the true nature of her
lover might be more acceptable. Above all, caution would be needed.
She envied the relationship between Jack and Scotty. Males could over
look almost anything in the exercise of their genitalia.
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Jack waved at Jose as he boarded the Seagull, and then went below to
the crew's cabin.
"Where in the fuck have you been. I've been looking all over for you."
Jack turned to his buddy as he stepped off of the bottom step. "I was
real lucky last night; shacked up over at this palatial hotel."
"Well, glad you did. I didn't see anything I'd put your dick in much
less mine. Guess I should have put an extra coin in the cup."
"The coin I put in really paid off. Fact is I'm in love. I'm thinking
of leaving the Seagull and settling down here in New Orleans."
"Must be some real special gal to get you to thinking like that. I'm
sure you're going to have a fight with the Capn' over that one. When
do I get to meet her?"
"Never! You'd try and steal her, and you've got the right equipment to
do it too, you handsome Latin." Jack figured flattery would make the
refusal more palatable. One thing for certain, he couldn't tell Jose
that he was in love with another man.
"Well, you'd better give a lot of thinking to leaving. It's not like
we would ever be coming back here. You'd be stranded. Also, what about
that little miss hot pants you met in La Havana, or that red head in
Port Royal? You gonna give up all that sweet nectar and settle down
to just one ... I think not." Jose started to leave the cabin, but he
turned back, and rather hesitantly added. "You know Jack those special
times we had just before we came to New Orleans were times I've
missed." The boy blushed as he spoke those words of admission.
Jack was surprised by the declaration, "Well, ole buddy, it's all part
of growing up. Somebody else will come along."
"Capn' wants to see you. You and the QM are supposed to stay on board
tonight. Also, he's booked some cargo for Port Royal. I over heard him
say something about leaving in a couple of days. In fact tomorrow you
and I are supposed to go to the marketplace and load up on vittles."
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Only the Captain, Jose, and Jack were on board the Seagull. The moon
was a bright crescent in the late night sky.
The senior officer had retired. Jose sat on a barrel next to the ship's
wheel. The idea of Jack jumping ship was bothering him. He hoped he'd
change his mind. A lustful grin spread across his face as he remember
that first time, when in the invisibility of night, his shipmate had
sucked on his pego.
It wasn't that he was in love with Jack, or anything like that. But
just the memory of those lips as he had lain there in his hammock made
his pulse grow faster. He had tried to let him know how he felt when
Jack had come back on board. But he had been clumsy and had only
embarrassed both of them.
Tomorrow they needed to purchase supplies. That would give him an
opportunity to make things right again; convince him he shouldn't jump
ship.
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Scotty had returned to the ship while Jerry was seeking out the Granville
girl. At first he had climbed the ladder to the Crow's Nest to
take a nap. A breeze had come up which chilled his naked body.
In the past few hours he had again got accustomed to wearing clothing.
He needed to do something about a wardrobe.
He climbed down the main mast, and sought the sanctuary of the crew's
cabin. He heard the gentle snoring from someone. It was Jack. He
looked so peaceful there, that he felt compelled to kiss.
He bent over the youthful seaman. Put his lips against the others.
Jack had not been deeply asleep. The lips were welcome. His arm came
around Scotty's back, and held him, as he returned the kiss, then
explored the mouth with his tongue. Even though it was dark he knew it
was Scott. "What are you doing here? How did you get onboard? Did
anyone see you?"
"I missed you. Why did you leave the hotel?"
"Talk later. I've got something else in mind for right now."
Jack had pulled his ghostly lover on top of him. The hammock swung
dangerously. Scott's arms went around the hammock bonding the three
together; hammock, Jack, and himself.
"Where did you put your clothes? Did Jose see you come onboard?"
For the moment the questions went unanswered as their passions built
to fiery levels. Again the hammock began swinging precariously. "Let's
sleep on the deck."
Scott released his embrace. They placed a blanket under the painting,
and re-sought the caress of the other.
Carefully the ghost brought his companion up the steep slope to complete
satisfaction, while he carefully restrained his own ascension.
After Jack had climbed the mountain for the third time, he laid back
in his lover arms. "I'm glad you came on board, but it was a dangerous
thing to do."
The response to his warning was a momentary tightening of their embrace
followed by, "Nope it wasn't."
"I've decided to stay here in New Orleans with you. I'm gonna tell the
Capn' first thing in the mornin'."
"No! Don't do that. I won't leave you."
"What the hell do you mean, you won't leave me. You can't if I leave
with the Seagull."
"Trust me. I'll make it happen. One thing though, do you have an extra
pair of pants and a shirt I can use?"
"Where are your clothes?"
"Haven't got any."
"You mean you came on board the Seagull naked? And Jose didn't stop
you?"
"Do you really love me?" The timbre in Scott's voice asked far more than
the few words he spoke.
"Yes I love you more than you will ever know."
"We need to talk. There are a few things you need to know about me."
"Yeah, like what. You rich and famous, or somethin'?"
"Later. Mind, if I just wear what you were wearing? I'll see you a
little later. But, don't jump ship. I'm going to come with you. Right
now I've got to find Jerry."
"Oh, by the way when you find her tell her that little shit of a
waiter tried to get it on with me last night." He chuckled in the
darkness, "He was mumbling something about her getting him so worked
up that he got caught naked in the hallway. Didn't make a lot of
sense. I just wanted to get the hell out of there and find you."
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The two spirits found each other on Dock Street. The girl was returning
from her assignation with Lucy.
The seduction of the Granville's youngest daughter had left her
drained.
Her realization that she had fallen in love had come to her as a
shock. But it wasn't just that discovery that had depleted her energy
level, it was the physical effort. Life was unfair. While Scott derived
energy from his lover, she spent energy on hers.
They found a quiet spot where they could discuss the complications
that were beginning to crowd into their new existence.
As they debated the pro's and con's of each other plans, the only
certain fact that came out of it was that they would not leave each
other. It was as though they were the only two people on earth. And in
some ways they were. Everyone else was different.
"It seems to me that the four of us should simply settle down here in
New Orleans like Jack wants to. You two could set up housekeeping,
while I pursue Lucy."
"There are several reasons why I don't want to stay here. First, being
on the Seagull at sea is like being at a banquet with all the food you
can eat as often as you need. Second, I have a deep seated feeling,
that the reason we survived drowning and being eaten by a shark has
something to do with Captain Frank and the Bloody Cutlass. I have this
strange feeling that we have no choice than to return to the Cutlass."
Scott put into words, the undercurrent of intuition which had been
flowing through both of their consciousness.
"When are you ... No, how are you going to explain our existence to
Jack? Can you imagine how you would react to finding out that you were
in love with a ghost?"
"Seems to me you've got the same problem where Lucy Granville is
concerned. Oh, by the way, Jack told me to tell you your lover Sean
tried to seduce him after you left."
"Hmmm, I wonder if he's still at the hotel. I need to re-supply.
Anyone available on the Seagull?"
"No, just the Captain, Jose, and Jack. Jose is standing watch. Jack
ain't got nuttin' left, and I doubt if either of us could make it with
the Captain."
Jerry had to agree that he was probably correct. "Well, why don't I
visit Sean and make his dreams come true. You want to come along and
see how much better a woman is at this than a man?"
Scott declined the offer. There were too many problems that yet needed
to be considered.
"Lucy is supposed to be at the dress shop at ten. Meet me there."
They walked together as far as the Seagull, then Jerry continued
toward the d'Iberville.
The Captain was pacing the quarter deck. He appeared to be perturbed,
and looked as though he were expecting someone. The sun was just
beginning to lighten the sky. The brown river water looked gross, its
appearance gave it a fictitious repugnant odor. It was like the smell
of wet earth.
As Scott approached the crew's quarters he could hear voices. It was
Jack and Jose.
"You going to put a coin in the cup?" It was Jacks voice.
"What for, we are going to be busy all day. We are supposed to load up
on supplies. Why? Are you in the mood to play around?"
Jack was suppressing a laugh as he replied, "Naw. I got enough action
in the last two days to last me a week. ... Well, maybe at least for
the whole day. Then I'm supposed to meet .... ," he almost said Scott,
but continued, "my girl friend. We have a lot to talk about. I still
haven't made up my mind about staying in New Orleans."
"Well that is some progress cause last night there wasn't any doubt."
Jose was gently laughing, "That Pego of yours looks like it's been
through a meat grinder. She must be good in bed."
"Better believe it."
Jack was bending over looking in his sea bag for some clean clothes.
He felt Jose's hand slap his bare butt. "Better put something on, or
I'm going to take advantage of that. Remember, I didn't get no action,
and I'm ready. Have you seen Bobby around?"
"Being unfaithful already?" Jack was attempting to divert the playful,
yet intentful direction the mood was going.
"Sure, he has the cutest little bottom I've seen, even better than
yours, but I suspect Mike is getting some of that."
"Think so?"
"Yep. I've noticed the way Mike looks at him when he figures no one is
watch'n. Give you odds. On top of that when we were at sea, I noticed
coins in the cup."
"You mean more than the ones you and I put in there." Jack taunted.
"Go ahead and joke about it, but I'd give you odds."
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At 8:30 in the morning, as was her custom, Nancy Hillman unlocked the
several locks that secured the door. This morning she paid particular
attention looking for any signs of forced entry. There were none. In
some ways that irked her more than had she been burglarized. This could
only mean that Charlotte was the culprit.
She went directly to the side of the shop expecting to see the bare
wooden dummies. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief; the dress and
suit were still there.
Immediately she sniffed at the dress expecting to detect body odor.
There was only the smell of tobacco. It was stronger than she might
have expected, but still the dress had hung open in the shop for quite
some time.
She had asked Charlotte to be at the shop earlier than usual. She had
intended to confront her with the disappearance.
The next hour and a half were spent dusting the shop, rearranging
merchandise, but mostly trying to figure out how that dress and the
suit could have been in the hotel. It was true that she had created
the clothes from sketches she had made from that painting. It was also
true that she had attempted to duplicate it as best she could. But,
could it be that there existed other copies produced by someone else?
Precisely at 10 AM, Ruth Graville deposited her daughter Lucy at the
entrance of Nanette's. The girl looked lovely in the red and white
frock. But Mrs. Hillman had been correct, the garment no longer fit as
well as it had a month ago. It could be the washing, but it also could
be that she had grown. Certainly there could be little doubt about
that in the matter of the breasts.
At first the mother had thought the girl was just doing what foolish
girls did, adding padding to her brassiere in an attempt to look older
and more tempting. It was the tempting part that was bothering her the
most. There were clear signs that she was developing, sexually. First
it was the attention she was paying to herself, then it was the obvious
interest in the many boys with whom she attended school, and then
finally it was something that she had over heard among the servants
about that wastrel Sean at the d'Iberville which could have accounted
for the girl's tears, and her unexpected presence at the hotel.
"I'm having lunch at the hotel. You may either join me there or have
the shop send you home in a carriage."
Across the street, and unobserved, sat a young seaman, dressed in
tight fitting cream colored pants and a white and blue jumper. Leading
seaman Mike, on the deck of the Seagull at first thought it was Jack.
But then he heard Jack and Jose talking in the Galley.
Her mother was already out of sight when the girl entered the shop.
"Oh Miss Lucy, I see you are right on time."
Had Mike continued to observe as the man walked across Dock Street he
would have noticed that he lacked that rolling gate which differentiated
a seaman from a land lubber.
Jerry was invisibly walking along side of Scott as he entered Nannett's.
The proprietor noticed, but did not recognize the unexpected customer.
"If you see anything that interests you, let me know. I am making some
alterations."
Twenty minutes later it was clear to the seamstress that the alterations
were going to take more time to complete. "Lucy, dear, did you
bring another dress with you? It will take several days to complete
the work. My you have grown in the last month. And I must say you look
even nicer than when we first fitted you."
"No mam I didn't. Do you have something I could borrow. I have a party
this evening that I'm to attend and I'd planned on wearing my frock."
"Well dear, why don't you look around and see if there is anything
that pleases you."
While Lucy was examining various dresses Nancy approached the young
sailor inquiring as to whether there was something she could help him
with. She felt as though she had seen the young man somewhere before,
but she couldn't place when or where.
"May I try this on Miss Nancy?" Lucy was pointing to the dress Jerry
had worn the night before.
The girl's choice rather surprised her, "Of course dear. Let me help
you."
It was while she was helping Lucy button the blouse that she made the
connection. That young man out front was the same young man she had
spoken to last night. She raised her voice and said, "Sir, isn't your
companion coming by? I do have some nice things that would go well
with her dress. And in just a moment you can see the twin that I
myself made."
"No, Jerry asked me to apologize. She spilled something last night and
needed to wash it. She will come in tomorrow."
It was a good thing that Scott was out of sight as a foot materialized
and kicked him in the shins. "Liar. You are going to get me into
trouble if you keep fibbing like that. Come on outside. I've got an
idea." Scott followed.
Once they were clear of the shop Scott chuckled, "Lucy looks better in
that dress than you did. We'd make a grand couple."
"That's what I wanted to tell you. I'm going to borrow that suit
tonight and call on her."
"As a man?"
"Yep. I was raised as a boy, and I can sure as hell act like one."
"What are you going to use as an excuse; she's never set eyes on you."
Jerry paused for a moment in thought, then added, "I'll think of
something. Maybe I'll pretend to be Sean's cousin a calling to apologize
for his behavior."
"Well it's almost one o'clock, what do you want to do till the shop
closes?"
"Stay invisible. When Lucy comes out of the shop I'll follow her, see
where she goes, what she does. Just generally try to get a better
understanding of her.
"If you find someplace to hide those clothes you can come along; or do
you have something planned with Jack."
"No he and Jose are supposed to be re-supplying the Seagull."
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At one fifteen that afternoon Mrs. Granville was lunching alone on the
front verandah of the Hotel d'Iberville, while her daughter was strolling
along Dock Street intent on joining her mother.
Just a few yards behind Lucy were the two naked, invisible ghosts of
Scott and Jerry.
Sean was still in his hotel room. The woman had returned late in the
night and had worn him to a frazzle. His cock hurt. He felt weak in
the knees. Even his nuts were in pain.
Jack and Jose were on the opposite end of Dock Street in the open air
market, finding and then negotiating for the supplies the Seagull
would need during their return voyage to the Caribbean.
Leading seaman Mike was flaked out in his hammock. He was dressed in
his best blue pants, but otherwise he was bare from the waist up. His
shipmate, Bobby, was standing in front of the pornographic painting,
rubbing his hand over his swelling prick, oblivious of Mike's presence.
Something cold hit the back of Bobby's neck and then tinkled as it hit
the deck and rolled to a stop.
"Put that in the cup for me, will ya."
"Sure thing." The boy bent over to retrieve the coin, while his friend
lustfully surveyed the lad.
"Got something lined up for tonight?"
"Naw. I'm taking Jack's duty. Said something about needing to meet
someone." Bobby turned and looked at his senior, with a babyish semi
smile. "What about you?"
The man in the hammock couldn't help but notice the swelling in the
other's crotch. Pointing at the evidence he replied, "Looks like Mary
Five Fingers is gonna be a visit'n."
Bobby's face started to turn red, "Hope somebody does before the
night's over."
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It was a good thing that the two spirits had not materialized. The
dinning room would have been scandalized, as they sat nakedly in two
chairs at an empty table less then three feet from the Gravnvilles
listening to their conversation.
"I like that dress, although it does make you look older. What time
are you supposed to be at the Eybers for the party?"
"The first guests are expected just before Sunset, but Julie asked me
to come earlier to help with the entertainment. She asked me to spend
the night since I didn't last night."
Ruth did not trust her daughter, but then a girl who could be trusted
would most likely never marry. Girls had an intuition about that sort
of thing.
Jerry tugged on Scott's arm, "I'll be right back, but pay attention to
what they are saying." Invisibly she moved up to the second floor, and
entered Sean's room.
She smiled to herself as she remembered the copious quantities of
sperm she had milked from the lad throughout the night. In that regard
he proved to be remarkably able. But now, he simply laid there on his
stomach, head buried in his pillow.
The room did not overlook the river. The air was warm and sticky.
There was no breeze coming through the open window.
Stealthily her hand materialized, and rolled Sean's clothing into a
tight bundle. The package then seemed to float out of the room, as
Jerry moved out the window and down the heavy vines which clung to the
side of the hotel.
Jerry, now dressed in Sean's clothing, approached the Granville's
table. "Mrs. Granville, may I introduce myself to you and your daughter."
Lucy instantly recognized the clothes being worn by the young man.
"I am Sean's cousin, and I would be pleased to call on you and your
lovely daughter to discuss a somewhat delicate matter. My cousin
behaved most reprehensively, and has asked that I explain as well as
apologize."
Scott, who had been waiting for Jerry's return had not, at first,
recognized her. In fact, at first glance he thought it was Sean who
had begun talking.
"May I call early this evening?"
"I'm afraid that won't be convenient as Lucy will be visiting the Eyber's."
"Oh, will you be at Miss Julie's dance?" Ruth's scowl faded as she
presumed this young man to be part of the younger aristocratic circle.
Sean would certainly be a most unsuitable mate for her daughter. But
his family was one of New Orlean's best. Her eye quickly took in the
young man. Certainly masculine enough, yet carried himself with a
certain social grace. Of all of the possible suitors that had crossed
her path, this one seemed far the best.
To Lucy the young man's arrival had been most welcome. She had, more or
less, obtained permission to stay with Julie without the normal argument.
There was something familiar about him, yet she knew she had never
seen him before. Just being close to this stranger made her heart beat
faster. The man's buttocks were a little odd. The seat of the trousers
seemed too filled out. Yet, there was something very enticing about
him.
"Perhaps, tomorrow I might call?"
Ruth suggested, "Perhaps. Maybe tea about two?"
Jerry then turned and exited the dinning room. She walked up the
stairs. In a tiny closet she removed the garments and de-materialized;
all but her hand, which then deposited the clothes in front of Sean's
door.
Moment's later John-boy spotted the garments, picked them up, and took
them downstairs to be laundered.
It wasn't till well past four in the afternoon that Sean decided that
he had recovered enough to start his day. Mainly he was hungry. He
contemplated summoning someone to bring him breakfast, but that would
take too long. He decided to dress and go downstairs.
He looked around, and couldn't find his clothes. He thought he had
thrown them on a chair when the woman down the hall had returned. That
point he wasn't too clear on. The only thing he was absolutely certain
of was that she had gone after his cock like she was milking a cow.
She was not into missionary style: I'm on top and your on the bottom.
He had lost track of the number of times she had brought him to climax.
Then as he was almost totally out of cum she had introduced a new
technique by inserting her finger in his ass, and rubbing something
deep within him. An additional three times he had again produced
quantities of love juice.
That had gone all night. Finally he fell asleep just as the morning
sun was beginning to lighten the sky.
After having searched the room, including under the bed he reluctantly
pulled on the bell cord.
It seemed like a long time before someone finally knocked on his door.
He had crawled out of bed, and wrapped himself in the sheet before
opening the door; it was John-boy.
"Yassa massa Sean." The darky seemed to be trying to look into the
room as though he expected Sean not to be alone.
"I can't seem to find my clothes."
"No sa. De's still being washed."
"Washed? Why are they being washed."
"Cause ya puttem outsides yor door."
"John-boy, you go downstairs and find out when I can have them. Also
get me some breakfast, hot tea, and a bottle of rum. I've got a headache
that won't stop. Need a bit of the hair of the dog, ya know."
"Yassa." John-boy with an evil glint in his eye added, "Miss Lucy and
her mama were here all afternoon. De's just left."
"Well hurry up with the clothes, Julie Eyber's having a dance
tonight."
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Nancy Hillman had worked later than she intended. Altering the girl's
frock was almost as much work as it had been to create it. But the
failing light forced her to put away her sewing, lock up the shop, and
return to her room.
The two ghosts had been waiting for her to leave. They entered the
shop. Jerry slipped on the shirt, pants, and finally the jacket before
donning the hat. After unlocking the front door, she closed it behind
her. Scott locked it, then joined her.
Jack was sitting across the street.
The seaman had noticed Jerry step out of the shop. He waved at her
beckoning her to join him. "Gawd you look handsome. What are your
plans for the night? Have you seen Scotty?"
While Jerry had crossed the street, Scott had raced over to the bushes
were his borrowed clothes were stashed.
"Here he comes now." Jerry pointed to her companion as he emerged from
behind the shrubbery.
"I've been looking all over for you. We need to talk. Because if you
can't come with me when we leave tomorrow then I'm not going."
Jacks face expressed deep concern.
The three strolled along Dock Street in the general direction of the
Granville's. They passed a black woman sitting along side of a box she
had converted into a table.
She was very black. Her gray hair made her look even blacker. On the
table were sun bleached chicken bones, a bottle which had been painted
bone white, and several unlit candles. A hand lettered sign read,
"Eleggua knows all."
She beckoned the threesome. "You need to know. I'm not here by
chance."
Jerry told Jack, "Well here is your chance to find out for yourself if
you and Scotty will always be together."
The three crossed the street.
"For just the price of a candle Eleggua will grant you his favor.
He is a healer and master magician, he can be extremely generous as
well as cruel. His favors are simply opportunities to learn lessons.
He is the trickster. He is the owner of roads to future opportunities."
Jack reached into his pocket and laid several coins on the table.
The old woman reached for his hand, and looked down into his palm.
"Ah, I see you have a lover. Eleggua grants you the wish of a long
life together."
Her eyes moved from Jack's hand to Scott's. She drew it into her own,
and stared into to it.
She dropped the hand and looked into the eyes of its owner. "Lawdy,
Lawdy. Get away from me. I's never seen nothin likes it afore. She
reached for a wooden crucifix and jumped away."
Jerry and Scotty were the most startled by her behavior, they knew she
had seen the truth in the materialized hand of the dead boy.
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