‘I brought you your suitcase so you can dress. It’s time for you to go,’ he continued, still his voice calm, emotionless. ‘But, I thought. I m...ean, after last night I just thought that ,’ she said, looking up at him, surprise etched across her face. ‘It just wouldn’t work,’ he said, ‘It’s time for you to go.’ He turned and slowly walked from the room, as she started to shout in protest. He wouldn’t argue with her. Arguing would mean that somehow she meant something to him, and she didn’t, not. She didn't know who the spy was, but she knew someone onboard was a spy, so she blew up her own ship. She had to know that a ship would find her adrift and rescue her. Lucky for us, it was a British ship."The cabin boy and Carolina walked slowly through the market. They noticed a rush of soldiers pass them, heading to the docks. She led him into a small alley to a door. She knocked on the door and a beautiful woman in her late 30's answered. She quickly ushered them in once she recognized. Sit quietly until the bell or else there will be an increase in homework and then detention – for everyone."I followed her out the door and into the deserted hallway. I wondered where we were going – surely not to the principal's office. I mean you can't discipline a guy for having an erection. Hell, they'd have to nail every guy in school three or four times a day. So I wasn't totally surprised when we turned in a direction away from the main office. I followed Ms. Brooks' nicely swaying ass. As I slid my hand inside her panties and down to her pussy I felt smooth skin except for a thin patch of hair just above her clit. Sliding my hand down further, I could feel heat coming off of her pussy. She started stroking me a little faster now (I knew I wasn’t going to last long at this pace). Without any teasing or preparation I slid my hand down and thrust my middle finger inside her pussy. Just as I did that a low moan came from her lips, she threw her head back and pushed her hips up.