Jade lay down on the edge of the bed, but didn’t put her feet under the covers. She scooched up the sheets so that she wasn’t laying on it and that it formed a very thin but demarcated boundary between her and the pirate. Soon his breathing evened out and she realized that his words had been true. He was tired. She relaxed a little but it was difficult as the mattress tended to sag in the middle so that she kept sliding toward him. Finally, though, she fell into an exhausted sleep, on her side with her back to him.<br/><br/>Through the night she dreamed of hands roving over her body. The hands didn’t seem attached to any bodies but seemed to be all over her skin. Her breast, her belly, her thighs, her buttocks , her legs, her arms, her neck and then it would start all over. She moved restlessly in her sleep trying to evade the hands, but she couldn’t get away. One thing the hands never did, was invade her woman’s petal between her legs. She realized the hands were gentling her like a horse. Getting her use to the handlers’ touch. Never was she violated and she began to , not be comfortable with the hand touching her, but she began to not be afraid. Finally, she drifted off it a restful sleep, even though she kept dreaming about the hands.<br/><br/>When Jade woke up, El Senor was on his side, looking at her while his hand caressed her hip.<br/>She scrambled to the side of the bed and fell to the stone floor in her haste.