My dick grows swollen behind my fly. Somewhere deep down, I expected her to find me an ugly bastard below the neck. I've got anchors and treasure maps and ship masts inked all over me, but half of them aren't visible, thanks to the pelt of black hair on my arms and chest. She actually likes this? More than she likes the look of those two kids her own age? I shake myself. "Stop trying to distract me, Ursula. You're in trouble."

"I know."

"They were fittin' to carry you off somewhere, goddammit."

Her lower lips starts to wobble. "You have a cut under your eye." She takes me by...