“When my mother got sick in the early 1940’s, my father dropped everything to care for her. Our family owned a share of a downtown Hotel. My mothe...r was the hostess of the restaurant. Sal, Peter and I worked in the kitchen as teenagers. We never worried about money. But dad sold the family share to take care of my mother.” He paused as if to remember.“What was the hotel?” She asked.“It really doesn’t matter.”“Why don’t you want to say?”Luca put his hand on the back of his neck. He scrunched up. Instead, I barely touched my drink until the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed Athena had had more than a few sips of hers but I shrugged it off as nerves. If she had a problem with alcohol, the tabloids would have told the world about it by now. We talked of many things while we waited for our food. She was a well read woman which I appreciated. We had a great many things in common…a love of history, of fine wines, of travel and of great literature. By the time our food arrived, I felt. His other hand was positioned on Sarah’s hip to pull her tiny body towards his cock with every thrust.I was too shocked and hurt to interrupt them, but I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to see what was going on. So, I just got down on my knees and watched him fuck my girl in front of me. In my mind, I was picturing his cock penetrating her tight little pussy, while I could see Sarah’s face a few meters away from me. From my position, it was impossible to see him entering her but seeing her face. From years of scanning the horizon for the tiniest hint of land, while at sea, my eyes were strong and true. I saw them first, six walking rebs with sacks of contraband, an obvious pillaging party, guns slung over their shoulders, completly halfassed. Not being a hero, I was not seized with any desire to attack them, but rather I dismounted and went deeper into the brush along the river, so as to spot a chance for some easy marks.Shit, they were heading right towards me, then I noticed the shed.