. and fired back. The Columbians called for backup. Pleasure craft aren't supposed to be armed.When the helicopter backup showed up ... the Penny play...ed back the Coast patrols threats broadcast over low wattage radios. The Columbians wanted the Penny to accompany them back to port ... anyway."We're a warship ... no!" You're a sailboat." True." Sailboats aren't warships." We are the Nevis and St. Kitts Navy ... we will defend ourselves." We will enforce Columbian Sovereignty." You're a little. You don't know where you are. You don't remember how you got here.You try to sit up, but your arms are too weak. You rest your head on the pillow, trying to remember what happened to you. Your hand feels funny, like there is something pulling on it. You lift it up and look at it. It is bandaged, and there is a tube sticking into the bandage. You follow the tube with your eyes to a bag filled with clear fluid hanging from a hook. IV drip. You must be in a hospital. You turn and look the other. My mom opened the door as I rolled over. I wasn’t really in the mood to try to pretend to be sleeping so I sat up trying to look tired.“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you honey.” my mom apologized.“It’s OK mom, I wasn’t really asleep yet anyway.” I replied.“Did you have a good night?” she softly asked.What could I say? “Yeah, it was fine.” I told her. After all, I couldn’t tell her the truth.We said our goodnight and it sounded like my mom and dad decided to do a little more chatting on the couch.. When the last beauty treatment was finished, the equipment loaded and the vans gone, I sat in my office with four very gorgeous, very horny females kneeling in front of me. Three of them had their long hair perfectly braided in a style that we all called the 'slave braid, ' a loose French weave leaving a full tail of hair hanging straight down the back. The remaining woman had her hair elegantly done up on top of her head. All four were in front of my desk, quietly fidgeting, anxious to see.