We sat in a quiet corner so we could talk.“Michelle told me what she did,” Bethany said.“You mean showing me the bruises?”“Yes.”“What wa...s that about?” I asked. “I was confused, but I let her do it.”“That was part of her dealing with the attempted rape, or at least I think it was. It was about her being non-sexual; about not being a target for rape.”“But rape is about violence,” I protested.“YOU know that, but she doesn’t. She thinks rape is about sex. I’m afraid her priest is only going to. . no fishy ones inOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... in an apple tree ‘Cos an apple tree... ‘s got roots you seeOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... on roller skates ‘Cos you’d roll right past ... them Pearly GatesOh you’ll l never get to Heaven ... in a Playtex bra ‘Cos a Playtex bra ... won’t stretch that farOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... with a bottle of gin ‘Cos St Peter won’t let ... no spirits inOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... on water skis ‘Cos the angels don’t ... like those hairy. ’ She quirked an eyebrow, and assumed a questioning, yet seductive, posture. ‘Are you coming on to me, sir,’ she asked coyly. He looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding a little. ‘Yes. I think I would have to be crazy not to, madam.’ She smiled, going over the possibilities in her mind. She certainly had no qualms with seducing this one, but, in this city, you couldn’t trust anyone to be who they seemed. She continued walking, and both were silent until they reached her apartment. Once our men reached and took a position behind the two-pace rock wall, they began using their crossbows to attack the men remaining at the other walls. Less than ten of the pirates made it back to the ship, half of them wounded. While I climbed down from the tree, several men climbed over the wall and opened the heavy wood gate.Our troops swarmed in and made sure that every pirate was dead or shackled. We frightened the poor people in the village when we burst into their homes to make sure.