"Master Tom, there were three more women at the front door about the cooks position. I escorted them to the kitchen and they are busy at work. I will ...keep you informed." Tom nodded that he understood and Willard vanished as quickly and quietly as he arrived.When Tom finished tasting each of the dishes prepared, he motioned to the young woman waiting and she quickly whisked everything off to the staff dining room as the next young lady started bringing out her offering. Tom immediately saw that. She wanted to go exploring along the many and varied pathways of sensual love, to learn and to do."Here's to the kids," she said, lifting her cup in a casual toast. "I'm glad they're married."Chris saluted her with his own cup, and with those probing eyes. "Me, too. Making it with a guy's's wife adds a fillip to the goodies, even though the wife is my own daughter. Bettina told you about that?"Nodding, Lauralee answered softly, " Yes, she did. And it wasn't a confession, but a proud telling. I. . well then, after that, even those drunken friends not killed that night refused to testify against the shooter." So, are you saying that just because the man was a card cheat all was forgiven?" Constance questioned."That combined with the unguarded knowledge that your crew was responsible for the demise of Shadrach Bloody Bass, a long time menace to Spanish shipping, and the testimony of a local baker concerning a few garrison soldiers who then themselves reluctantly revealed how none of them. "Nita this is Rose, how are you and the kids?" I asked."We are very well thank you Senorita. Do you wish to speak with Carlos?" It was obvious she still had hard feelings. Well screw her very much, I thought."Sure, is he around?" I asked."No, he is at the village," she said."He and Juan are still working there?" I was surprised it had been two years and they still had things to do there."Yes," she said simply."Very well, I'll stop by there," I said. It was getting on toward quitting time but I.