”John anxiously replied, “I hope you wont get lost, going farther away from the coast.”Treva snorted, “We know all the currents and winds on t...his coast, without having to see land all the while. The flight of birds also give us a guide. We wouldn’t be much use as fishermen if we always had to have sight of land!”“That is so”, admitted a chastised John. “Do you have a lodestone for guidance?”“Lodestone?”“A so-called magic stone that always wants to point to the north.”“I have heard of such a. Not to see this man of my dreams ever again? To possibly see him around town with someone else? No, I could not do that. But the alternative.“What do you want me to do, Edward?”“Come and lay across my lap.”I did as he told me, somewhat in a daze. I positioned myself on his lap, my head on a pillow, and my legs along the couch. I felt him lift my dress, and then told me to lift up, and I felt him lowering my pantyhose and then panties down to my knees.I am so embarrassed and had no idea what. I don’t have time for this shit.I grab your hand and pull you towards the exit, slamming the door behind us. We’re both giggling as we run across the street, you trying to hold up your trousers and keep your cock contained beneath your mac, and me trying to balance in these stupid heels, with legs that you’ve turned to jelly with your skilful tongue and hands. The park’s empty, aside from an old gent walking his dog. He doesn’t look like he’d mind a show but I don’t fancy getting arrested today. " Yes'm," I said and set out. It made for a very curious weekend.That Friday I nosed around and found that there was, indeed, a competition, open only to militiamen, no British regulars or mercenaries, and that, indeed, the prize was a girl, a maiden as she was advertised, of some sixteen years. Most men in the tavern doubted that, doubted there was a women left in New York over the age of twelve who was a virgin. "Less'n she were awful fast," one said. "Or powerful ugly," joked another.Early.