2 Chapter 1

"In hindsight, I should've known that most of the time would be spent boring ourselves to death."

Kuina's first slash missed Lee by a hair's width, the second by a couple steps, as he was forced back. She rushed forward with a third swing, only to overshoot it as he crouched down, and then burst into motion with an uppercut, jumping into the air following her, then kicking her down – only for her to flip on the way down, landing on her feet with a grin.

Lee hummed, and ran a finger down the cut she'd made, ruining yet another shirt. "You do understand I only have so many shirts, right? I would really like for you to stop cutting them up."

"Then stop wearing a shirt during practice!" she shouted, stepping into his guard again, though he responded by taking his own step forward, slamming his body into hers, taking her down in a surprise move and pinning her to the ground, his forearm on her neck, and the other arm holding her wrist, while his legs moved until he was pressing down on her free arm and her waist, stopping her from moving almost entirely, and completing the pin by moving until he could seize her legs' movement as well.

"Are you that desperate to look at my naked chest?" he asked, grinning down at her.

She gurgled out a response, and he let up – there was no point in continuing. He was physically stronger than her, and she was pinned, unable to move. All he'd have to do was simply increase pressure and choke her out. He stepped back, offered her his hand, and helped her up. She coughed a little as her throat recovered.

"You're faster, but you're still too easy to read," Lee said, shrugging.

"Only you, because we fight so often," she complained, stretching her limbs a little.

"No, he is correct," the blue haired amazon that had helped both along in their trainer, Master Cologne, spoke as she dropped from her perch on the mast. "You tend towards direct and frontal assaults. Two clashes in, an opponent will have your attack vectors figured out, and from there, it is a simple matter to device a counter measure for your speed. Predictability is a death sentence."

"In a fight… Anything Goes," Lee agreed.

Cologne huffed. "Learning a variety of weapon styles… A katana is not suited for very many that would be sufficiently surprising…" she mused, tapping her staff. She nodded, and in a single motion, swiped Kuina's katana and its sheath. "On guard!" she shouted, the only warning she'd give.

Lee's senses kicked into high gear, and he dodged the first hit, the sword making a whooshing noise as it split the wind – and then he was struck by the follow-up, the sheath impacting his face. Cologne had executed one of Kuina's own moves from earlier, a frontal approach followed up with a slash, but rather than keep the sheath at her waist, she used it as a blunt instrument itself.

The hit had sent Lee flying back with a bloody nose.

She then sheathed the sword, and Lee recovered, spinning through the air and he barely had time to catch himself as Cologne caught up the distance, hand going to the handle of the sword.

Lee saw her thumb's position, however, and with Cologne's advice he knew what she was definitely going to go for, her thumb flicking the tsuba of the sword causing it to rocket off its sheath. Lee caught the attack, grabbing the sword by the handle before it could hit him.

"Fool!" Cologne shouted as her fist hit him in the face, while he worried himself with the sword, which she promptly snatched back. The two crashed down to the deck, and the tip of the sword stung, but did not cut, Lee's neck as the two landed. She then sheathed the weapon, and threw it back to Kuina. "There. That's how you catch an opponent by surprise. Change up your approach. Unorthodox movements. Sacrifice an apparent advantage to gain a real one, win before they can catch their bearings."

Lee winced as he adjusted his nose. "Did you have to nearly break my fuck-blegh-" he was interrupted by spitting out blood, "fucking nose," he protested.

"If you are to be my husband then you will endure a little pain, I do so enjoy raking my nails on my partner's back," she said, simply and clearly.

"You're a lot more gung ho about this lately," Lee accused.

Kuina blushed. "Ah… am I interrupting a marital spat here?" she asked, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "I'm… not sure if I should be here or if I even want to be here."

"Avast, mateys!" the voice of Anne, from the crow's nest up at the highest point of the mast, came ringing down. "Black sails!.. well they're pink sails but you get my meaning!"

"Aren't we black sails?" Lee asked.

"What's a black sail?" Kuina asked.

"Means pirate!" Anne spoke, as she collapsed the spyglass, pretending she needed it to track the distant ship.

The door to the lower deck burst open, and Mary Read, putting her sleeves through her coat, the tattered piece being overlarge on her somehow still didn't hide the fact that she wore a skimpy leotard under it. She quickly found Lee and walked up to him. "I heard, we got something to do?"

"Yeah," Lee agreed. "Is Drake…"

"Sleeping off her hangover," Mary explained. "Are we fighting?" she asked.

"Are you fighting?" Lee asked. "I know I am."

"I'd help but I don't have a rifle to snipe with," Anne stated from the crow's nest. "And I don't wanna get down from here, too comfy."

Kuina looked up at the blonde, half of whose body was handing off of the crow's nest, her absolutely fantastic breasts hanging down. Her jaw hung open. "You know I never really understood just how large those are until… now…"

"Yes, they're AMAZING, you really should join me playing with them sometime," Mary said, adjusting her headband. "I'll fight if you need me to."

Cologne hummed. "You'd learn nothing if we fought your battles for you. Go, show me that I'm not wrong in judging you worthy," she said, one hand balled up as a fist on her hip, the other tapping her staff.

"… so do we just swim to their ship or-"

There was a moment's silence.

Then another.

"Can we get a little bit closer first?" she asked.

"Can you teach me how to walk on water later?" Lee asked, turning to Cologne.

"You assume I can do that," Cologne said.

"I'm pretty sure I remember seeing you do that," Lee responded, looking unimpressed.

"I didn't say you assumed incorrectly," she said, sagely, looking as if she was trying to remember how, exactly, one would go about doing that. Considering she had said once or twice she'd forgotten more techniques and martial arts styles than most people would ever learn, she might very well have forgotten how to do it.

"… wait, if Drake's asleep, and you're here, who's steering the ship?" Lee asked, turning to Mary Read. Anne's giggles could be heard as Mary left a poof as she ran to man the wheel, so to speak. "We really need a dedicated helmsman," Lee said, palming his face.

"Coxswain!" Anne chimed in, helpfully, from the crow's nest.

"Are we going to fight and rob them?" Kuina asked, gripping her sheathed weapon hard, looking a bit dubious. "I'm not sure if I'm okay with this."

"It's okay, it's pirates, they almost certainly stole it," Lee responded.

"Yeah that's what I'm saying, aren't we pirates too?" Kuina asked. "Feels like, I don't know, we might not want to be known as the guys who would do that kind of thing?"

Lee shrugged. "No honor among thieves," he said. "Besides, worst comes to worst, we don't NEED to go through, we'll just play it by ear once we're there."

Cologne hummed. "The battlefield is no place for hesitation. Wield your sword, and don't hesitate."

Kuina nodded.

"If you wish to truly become as great as you could be, then you must eliminate all doubt and weakness from your mind and hone it until it, too, is as fine an edge as the greatest of weapons."

Still, with Anne's direction from the crow's nest, the tiny crew of the ship quickly got into gear. Even if Drake wasn't around to bark the orders, everyone knew more or less what to do. Which is to say, follow the more experienced seamen's advice. It didn't take long before the distance was shortened enough that swimming towards the pink sailed ship wasn't such a horrid affair.

Lee grinned as he put his foot on the veranda, ready to hop overboard. The sun was shining, not a cloud in the bright blue skies. The sea was calm, moving only ever so slightly. Perfect weather conditions, a perfect time. He was filled with excitement. After many hours at sea, many hours of boredom simply training and waiting for something interesting to happen while they traveled to the first pickup point he'd set up… finally!

Something fucking exciting!

Lacking a cool hat or helmet, for the time being he simply tied his hair back, ensured that the tie was properly in place, and slammed his fist against his palm, his blood flowing and heating up around his body as he prepared to dive into the cold water. Only the warning of the salty sea breeze told him truly how cold it was, but it didn't matter.

He was burning already, after all! Beside him, Kuina did much the same, making sure her sword was properly locked in its sheath, she brought it to her mouth and bit down hard on the sturdy leather cover, and checked her shirt. The ship shook and with a shout from Lee, the two of them jumped into the water, carving a path through it at rather impressive pace.

Neither really paid much attention to their target, it was hard to really see much of anything from underwater, but it didn't matter, because the ship was clearly overloaded with cargo and struggling with it.

As soon as they were in range, the two of them burst out of the water, jumping into the air together, alighting on the top deck. Lee wasn't sure what sort of ship it was, but it was bigger than his that much he could say. Probably meant that they couldn't steal all of its cargo, which was a shame, but hey… something was something.

Kuina spat water and wielded her sword. "Hand over your valuables and we'll beat you up!" she shouted, swinging her weapon around.

The men on the top deck, some of whom bore the signs of inebriation, looked quite amused. "Shit bro, look at these kids, coming in here and thinking they're hot shit," one of them said. "Oi, lads, where's the Captain?"

"Right 'ere!" someone shouted, shaking what appeared to be a bundle covered in loose cloth, a pile of somet-

Oh it wasn't a pile. It was just a man sleeping on his back. So huge that he might very well be the reason the ship was overloaded. That wasn't cargo at all! The captain of the ship threw the cloth he was using as a blanket off, and revealed a rather undersized coat and shirt that left his extremely massive belly out in the open for everyone to see.

"Well that's disgusting," Lee said, making a face at the sight of the dirty, hairy and underdressed monstrosity of rolling fat. Thirteen men he counted, twelve regular people and a ten foot tall, fourteen foot wide monstrosity that lumbered to its feet.

"Oh fuck me he's huge," Kuina protested.

A rumbling, almost porcine sounding laugh came from the oversized man who looked like someone had gigantified a barrel. "If you insist!" he said, as he grabbed at the ground and picked up what seemed like some sort of giant… spoon?

"What the fuck," Lee muttered, "you know what ignore that, fuck this! You people surrender now!" he challenged, striking a pose with a clenched fist in the air, warning them of what was about to come. Size, after all, meant little in this world, at least by itself.

"Nah you little shits, if you think you're gonna walk away with our hard earned loot…" the captain said, scratching his balls with his free hand, while brandishing his enormous wooden spoon with the other, swinging it about, causing small gusts of wind to whip about – not because he was particularly powerful or anything, but just from the weight of his weapon. He raised his weapon and with a slow, lumbering movement, swung it at Lee and Kuina.

He might as well have been swinging in slow motion, as Lee deftly hopped over the horizontal attack, while Kuina ducked under it.

"Alright maybe you shitty brats have some bite with that bark," the man said, picking at his nose. "Boys, gettem!"

The dirty seadogs converged on the two, and Kuina and Lee quickly put their backs to one another, as they were surrounded. They both grinned, feeling the excitement that came from finding themselves in their very first real battle. This wasn't training. The pink sail pirates began pulling at the weapons on their sashes, brandishing cutlasses, knives, and one of them even had a flintlock which he was waving about.

With a savage grin, Lee cracked his neck, and then his fists. "Are you ready to show the lesser filth what a true pirate looks like?"

Kuina chuckled. "Good thing we're already warmed up, because these guys…" she spoke, eyes scanning the ones chuckling and jeering at her as she sized them up, and chose her next moves…

She burst into motion, a gust of dust, wind and splinters following in her wake as she utilized the Reduced Earth movement technique, taught to her by Cologne not too long ago, to vastly increase her speed in a single, powerful burst. Not the first, nor the last, technique she had applied to her swordplay, in an effort to catch up to one rival, and stay ahead of another.

Her speed was incredible, and there was only a moment's confusion before the screams of pain began, as the first of them was sliced three times before he even realized what was going on. The second only raised his cutlass to see it chopped in half by Kuina's slice. A lesser weapon could not stand up to a slash from the true successor of the Shimotsuki, even if she were to be wielding a toy weapon.

Lee grinned and the very instant that the guys in front of him dropped their guards, he took a step forward, fists raised, and then in a single, fluid and expert motion, he threw a haymaker that struck his first opponent in the chin and sent him flying up, then used the momentum of the motion to threw himself into a kick to the man that was right next to his first target, doubling him over.

The third man took a swing with his knife, but Lee was ready, having gotten back on his feet, hitting the solid wood of the boat and making it creak a little as he planted his feet and grabbed at his opponent's wrist, and then used that grip on his wrist to swing him around.

These people didn't rate any technique, but he was not above taking out the trash when it needed to be taken out, and so he swung his opponent around like a bag and then slammed him into a man that was approaching Kuina from behind raising a crappy, half rusted half broken cutlass.

Kuina grumbled. "I had him, you thief!" she shouted, turning around and angrily glaring at him.

"We never said killstealing isn't allowed!" Lee replied with a grin.

"Cheater!" she accused, grabbing her sword, raising it, and swinging with a diagonal, textbook slash, at Lee, who rolled to her left and turned himself, around, jumping back to his feet to catch the sight of a man being reduced to a gibbering wreck as Kuina's sword split his clothes in halves that fell off of him.

"T-They're, they're monsters! Help us!" one of the pirates cried.

Lee grinned, walking towards the last untouched pirate, who shook in his leather boots like a leaf in the wind, before he seemed to muster whatever remained of his bravery and valor, and throwing a punch forward – having deigned that his weapon would do him no good. Likely his flintlock didn't actually work, which was amusing.

These pirates were all about looking big and mean and scary, but, as Lee caught the punch thrown his way, barely feeling the sting on his palm from the impact, and then began to squeeze, forcing the dirty, unwashed pirate down on his knees, he couldn't help but laugh.

"This is the best you've got to offer?" he taunted, grinning down at the pathetic wretch that no doubt preyed only on the weak, the bottom feeders of the sea, less than the fish he'd had for a meal earlier. Less than nothing, indeed.

Lee's senses screamed and he let go of the pirate's hand, jumping to the side and standing firmly on the veranda that prevented people from accidentally falling overboard, and almost felt his jaw drop when he saw the wooden spoon from earlier blur down and fall like the hammer of the gods on the man he had just subdued so easily – causing him to get crushed, breaking through the wooden deck into the one below, and spraying blood and gore as he did.

The deep, rumbling and disgusting voice of the fat bastard resounded with a chuckle, as everyone was paralyzed. "I missed, but no biggie," he said, scratching at his overpopulated neck area, crowded with the five chins he had. He swung his spoon around, spraying the blood around. "I'm getting a bit hungry, and a pair of shitty brats sound like they'd hit the spot," he said, rubbing at his oversized stomach.

"Is he saying he's going to eat us? Gross," Kuina said, making a face.

"Well if you felt bad about going all out," Lee said, swinging his hands around, limbering up for the true fight, hopping a little from side to side to keep active and ready to move, only staying on the ground momentarily.

"Not anymore that's for sure!" she said.

Lee nodded, and the moment the gigantic captain swung his wooden spoon, he moved, ignoring the crashing sound of the weapon making another hole in the ship's deck, sidestepping its attack, then hopping on top of it and making a mad dash up the weapon's handle all the way up to the captain's face, which presented a very open and vulnerable target for him to unleash his strength and speed at once.

The Chestnuts Roasting over an Open Flame technique was a technique to permanently increase one's own speed, reflexes and coordination. It could, however, be itself used as a technique, weirdly enough. It was hard to explain unless one did it, but it was sort of the difference between kicking something, and executing a specific kind of kick that you practiced beforehand.

Lee could punch very, very fast and very, very hard, and he could chain punches very quickly, thanks to the training he had done to increase his speed, strength and coordination.

But he went even faster when he executed the technique, and hit even harder, and he grinned like a madman as he rained a hundred punches in the blink of an eye, and then threw even more, raining attacks on the fat man who took a few moments to react, then roared out loud as his face became flattened quickly, swinging his meaty arm like a club to try to dislodge Lee. Before impact, however, Lee raised his leg and kicked himself off of the fat bastard, causing him to stumble back.

The man shook his head and wiped it off the blood and grease that Lee had beat out of him, roaring like a wild animal, almost sounding like a giant boar, as he threw himself after Lee, swinging his weapon wildly, Kuina deftly dodging but some of his own men being caught up in the wild attacks, some of them dying quickly, others being left beat and broken to the point they soon would.

Lee grunted as the rampaging bastard kept him moving about, swinging his weapon wildly. He was slow, but he was so big and hand so much reach, and he was swinging so much weight around, that it was difficult to find an opening, simply because even if he were to attack, there was no telling what all that fat in motion could do once its controller was out of the picture.

He grunted as he rolled under an attack, crouching down and realizing he had the opening then and there, as the fat asshole raised his weapon for an overhead swing. "THIS IS IT, YOU SHITTY BRAT, I'LL TURN YOU INTO SOUP!"

There it was! Lee readied himself and the moment the swing came and was at its apex, he would jump and end the fight and-

Before he could do anything, Kuina's sword burst out of the fat man's chest, and then kept going until it stabbed itself at the mast of the ship, buried to the hilt.

The fat captain first vomited blood, then dropped his spoon, and then with a thundering, ship-shaking crash, fell on his back, groaning and twitching, before he stopped.

Kuina grinned.

"You… you killstealing bitch!" Lee accused, pointing his finger with terrible anger at Kuina.

"We never said killstealing wasn't allowed!" Kuina called sending a smug look towards him.

Lee huffed in frustration, and stomped his foot. "Dammit! He still only counts as one!"

"You hear that? All I hear is a sore loser!" Kuina accused.

Lee grunted, then looked at the remaining pink sail pirates around them. "Fine, then I'll-"

And then ALL of them almost as if they were one, jumped off, some even ignoring their own injuries. Lee huffed. "Fuck, fine, you win," he finally said. "Congratulations."

"Awesome. What's my reward?" Kuina asked.

Lee rolled his eyes. "You get ramen," he said.

"I'll take it," Kuina said, grinning, taking a leap past the mountain of fat that was the dead captain, somersaulting past him, grabbing the sword from the mast and pulling it from the wood in the same motion, her sandals making a tapping sound as she landed, then she spun the sword around, making it seem like a disk, before sheathing it.

"Dramatic much?" Lee asked, rolling his eyes.

"Gotta celebrate victory," she said with a wink. "So do we just swim back now or-"

"SHITTY BRAAAAAAAAAATS!"

The captain rose suddenly with surprising and terrifying agility, with eyes full of fire and fury, and raised his arms.

Lee's fists were up, Kuina's hands grabbed at her sword, but before either of them could do anything, a sharp, eardrum shattering crack caught their attention, and the fat captain's head burst into thin pink mist, the man himself crashing down to the ground and then bleeding.

"This entire Hulk smells like shit," the voice of another captain, one who didn't smell bad, rang through the air, as the extremely sexy form of Drake, wearing only her pants, boots and coat, forgoing a shirt underneath, was revealed behind the mountain of fat, as she put her tricorn on. "Right, you guys came down here to have fun without me, ain't no money in that!" she shouted, laughing openly. She also gestured behind her, revealing a bunch of tied up pirates. "Can't claim bounties with no bodies either, you guys still have a lot to learn!"

"I'm not in this for money you know," Lee protested, rolling his eyes, crossing his arms and glaring at her. "We could've taken him!"

"You did," Drake agreed, "gahaha, money," she shouted, spinning her flintlock, then pointing it at the sky, "makes the world go 'round, and gets you everything you want!" she explained. "Even if what you want is more bullets to shoot with," she added. "And you know yours truly," she said, winking, sticking her gun down into its holster, hanging from her belt. "I'll still be claiming this one's bounty though."

"You killstealing bitch!" both Lee and Kuina shouted.

Drake laughed heartily. "That's what you get for trying to keep me out of the fun, ya landlubbers!"

Many a protest were had as the pink haired, excessively sexy former Captain ignored the protests, and proved that she certainly didn't get her scars from no scrub, as she easily dodged around and fought off their attacks as Lee and Kuina made manifest their anger at having their kill stole.

It would not go well for them, but at least, Mary, Anne and Cologne brought the ship closer for them to board again, and after a good half hour or so packing things up and locking the soon-to-be-imprisoned idiots where they wouldn't be an issue until they could be handed over to someone who would pay for them, Lee and Kuina received their congratulations for surviving their first fight.

"And you didn't even freeze after killing someone for the first time! Even if he survived, you didn't know that!" Anne said, patting Kuina's back as she hurled overboard, vomiting the contents of her stomach.

Meanwhile, Lee was more upset than anything else. "She seemed fine a couple minutes ago."

"It takes a moment to settle," Mary said, sitting beside the small table they'd set to celebrate their victory, and the fact that Lee was now truly blooded, a warrior on his own right – who had faced lethal combat and lived to tell the tale. She grabbed a beer glass, raising it. "Come on, now, I want to drink!"

Drake laughed. "Yeah! This one's on me!"

"I'm gonna be paying for it with the reward you stole anyway!" Lee protested, grabbing his own glass. "Fuck it, I'll just consider it the cost of actually finding this stuff, it's good, damn," he said, swirling the drink in his glass.

"Ain't it?" Drake agreed. "Come on, Cologne, Anne, Kuina, get over here!"

Cologne dropped down from above. "We're still many hours away from land, but I suppose it's as good a time as any. I'd much prefer having a proper celebration, but as needs must," she said, shaking her head. "Congratulations, future husband, you have faced combat for the very first time, and by my reckoning, I can finally consider you truly an adult and a man," she said, grabbing a glass from the table, and lifting it. "A toast!"

Anne brought the still queasy looking Kuina, who looked at the glasses on the table. "Can I-"

Mary laughed. "Still a child in the end, huh!?" she laughed. "I guess you're not quite ready to become a woman just yet, huh!"

Anne giggled, hugging Kuina. "It's okay," she said, pressing the small girl to her side and chest while grabbing her own glass. "If nothing else just wet your lips, honey, just celebrate with us – I'll drink your share if you want!"

"Oh, what a sacrifice on your part!" Drake said with a snort, raising her glass. "To the new adults in our midst, who've passed their trial by fire, blood, and saltwater!"

Everyone else raised their glass. "CHEERS!" they shouted in unison, and then each of them took a swig, except for Kuina who, as instructed, only wet her lips and drank a single sip, which already brought a little color to her cheeks just like that.

Everyone else, however, drank it down, Anne even taking a moment to finish off Kuina's glass, before everyone else cheered again and met their glasses together in the center once more. It wasn't much of a party, but it was meaningful and that's what mattered.

Unfortunately… they didn't exactly have time to sit around and talk, as they had prisoners they needed to take care of and feed, and interrogate as well for some information, they had cargo that needed tending to, a ship that needed steering, and in general, a ship that needed running. Kuina begged off most of the hard work, and instead, just took charge of keeping stock of their cargo, while Cologne went to, ah, take care of the prisoners herself.

What exactly she planned to do with the prisoners was better left unsaid, but things did not usually go well for prisoners of the amazons whenever they were not good enough to be brought in as husbands or didn't have unique skillsets that made them valuable.

Lee almost pitied the poor souls, but they'd tried to kill him when he would've just let them live and go if they hadn't. Maybe. Probably. Who knows? They were scum of the sea either way.

He stretched his limbs, his body starting to feel like he had spent most of the day training and then took a dip in freezing saltwater and then got involved in an admittedly short, but fast paced fight. In short… "I feel like shit," he admitted, grinning, leaning onto the veranda off the side of the ship, using it to support his weight.

"Great, isn't it?" Anne said, as her sizable breasts made their presence known, their warmth and softness making him gulp as he felt their weight on his back. They were… incredible, to say the least. He had seen them, touched them once or twice, and every time, he could think only of just how mind boggingly sexy Anne was… And tired, beat up and ready to turn in as he was looking into the setting sun in the sea's horizon… "Is it all you've ever thought it would be?"

Lee hummed. "Freedom to go where we want, take what we want, when we want it, and not have to answer to nobody?" he asked, looking into the distance. "Feels good."

Mary snorted, as she hopped onto the veranda beside Lee. "Bet Anne on you feels better though," she said, grinning. "So… you're an adult now."

"I've been one for some time," Lee said. "Physically."

"Yeah but the crone had a point," Mary said.

"That doesn't apply anymore though," Anne said, resting her chin on Lee's shoulder. "So…"

There was a moment of silence.

"Our room or yours?" Mary asked.

"I put a bath in this ship for a reason," Lee said. "It was the most expensive part of this ship I'll have you know!"

"How did you convince Cologne and Drake to approve of it?" Mary asked, blinking.

"Cologne designed it and Drake financed it," Lee said with a grin.

Anne Bonny and Mary Read shared a grin, and then burst out laughing, Lee joining them soon after. Truly, it was one of the few times that everyone had agreed on something.

"Money makes the world go 'round, and it pays for everything we want," Lee parroted, "including a really comfy bath because fuck me I'm not walking around caked in saltwater."

"Can't argue with that!" the two ladies agreed.

Mary hopped off the rail, and nodded. "The bath it is then!"

"Time to show you the privileges of adulthood, huh?" Anne agreed.

Lee smirked, clenched his fist, and looked into the far distance. He'd taken another step, and grown more… and now…

Lee turned around and watched almost mesmerized as the sexy forms of the two lady pirates, who had both taken off their coats, swinging them over their shoulders. Mary's body was almost entirely revealed, her leotard hiding nothing of her firm and enticing ass, and Anne's miniskirt was struggling to contain her more voluptuous, softer cheeks. They both turned around to face him, and his eyes trailed to their chests, Anne's massive tits, always catching his eyes, and Mary's small breasts, which had a charm all of their own… Two opposites, when it came to physical form, one a voluptuous goddess, the other a picture of cruel and tarnished innocence, sexy in their own ways.

They gave him saucy, heavy stares. And he knew exactly what was coming. "You know, it almost feels like my life's only just starting now," he said with a grin.

The two giggled, looked at each other, and then it was Mary who spoke. "That's because it is. We'll teach you some good songs later, but for now, we're gonna need you to make us sing."

"Mary makes such lovely noises," Anne said with a wink. "Come on!"

Lee grinned, as he took a step forward, yet another one, and indeed, felt like he was just now stepping into life all over again, and as he caught up to the women and slung his arms around their waists, he definitely thought that it was definitely walking into a better life.