Jack and his men eased over the railing sticking close to the long shadows cast by the brightness of the moon. The deck of the Queen Anne’s Revenge ...was empty of life except for the lone sentry in the crow’s nest. Jack signaled one of his men and he left following the shadows then scaled the mast up to the nest. He climbed smoothly as the cool breeze lifted from the water and over the deck. The sentry didn’t know of the other man’s presence until a hand wrapped around his head and a knife ran. Our third encounter was the one to remember. That was because we both gave each other surprises during that event and we were very comfortably placed in my bedroom where unlike the sofa, there was no space constraints. When I went for her panty I noticed something unusual then before. When I pulled it down to see her pussy, my jaws dropped a bit. I noticed that she had shaved her pussy clean. There was no obstacle of her pubic hair. All I could see was the clean white skin around her pussy,. And for all intents and purposes we were marooned together, the classic situation. She was probably a little jazzed by the potential of sex, and there was precious little else to think about then and there.I figured that the only downside was that the trip would turn frosty. But it was just as likely that she would either refuse and then just not discuss it, or be shocked and not react at all. But I also figured it was fifty-fifty that she would go for it. And I was more than gratified at her. Dependence ... loneliness ... helplessness...fear. As she sat alone she parsed each emotion as it bit her in its turn. They descended upon her one by one in a heavy pall of acrid, black smoke, choking away hope. The smoke blocked all view. In the middle of it all she could see nothing. There was nothing left but resigned compliance. Happiness and survival fought for the same space in her life. How many times must she learn that lesson? Only she knew the answer, but knew it well.It was a just.