Maria snapped her cell phone shut and jammed it into her pocket as Mrs. Brothers entered the kitchen and asked, “Was that anyone I know? I really wi...sh you’d limit your personal calls when you’re on duty, Maria. I’d like a cup of tea, if you please, and bring it into the living room.”“Yes, Ma’am, right away.”Eleven inches! Dianna thought as she turned and walked away. Wouldn’t that be interesting?Mrs. Brothers had been feeling overdue for some sexual gratification for a very long time. Mr.. Laura watched, feeling more 'intoxicated' every minute when Mavis looked up seductively at her with those smoldering black eyes. Her dark smooth skin became more and more visible as the sweater opened, and Laura wanted desperately to press her lips to it everywhere."Don't you want to go into the bedroom?" Laura murmured, feeling the pulse beat in her neck. "If you keep doing that, we might not make it there."Mavis paused, her fingers still poised on the third button from the top. She flirted. And right to the edge of the shields keeping the oceans crushing grasp from finally claiming the Titanic 2. Dey frowned as she rubbed her wrists. She looked around the room, opening a few doors. She found rusted coat hangers and an ancient laptop that had once had crabs living in it before the water had been drained away.Useless.A heavy, steady footfall filled the corridor.The Yahaag, Loki said.Dey peeked around the corner. Kuz was standing slightly in front of the Yahaag, looking as hangdog as. The lights blinked and a bagpiper played a few opening notes. He was regaled in kilt, high laced sandals, and cap of the old Scottish warrior, complete with sword. He started down the aisle, playing the "Gerry Owen," then switched seamlessly to "The Campbell's are Coming." David had to wipe his eyes when he heard their old, family, call-to-arms played as it had been for centuries. It had been played in peace, and in war, since, he had been told, the 11th century. It had been primarily played to.