At that time I was damned glad that I'd not experimented with it, or it would have been deployed as well. With the foresail gone as well I'd have been...reduced to trying to sail with a wet tee shirt. The sail locker was bare.It was about three and a half hours later that I made it to their reported coordinates. I found four people clinging to the mast while the rest of their boat wallowed in the sea. Only their ship's buoyant insulation kept them afloat. Their mast HAD driven through the hull. I. I can't believe it..." NO! No! John didn't do anything. He was perfect." I sighed again and felt like crying some more, but held off. I reached for my coffee, but it was cold and had too much milk."No the date was wonderful. Better than wonderful. That's why I'm a mess. I think." I finished a little unsurely.Kay when from shock to pure confusion. "I don't get it. You had a great date with your best friend, and now you're a mess?"I nodded sadly. Tears were leaking out of my eyes again, damn it.. ”I could see the blush spread over her and she averted her eyes away from the camera but I was pleased that she hadn’t baulked at the term ‘slutty’. Time to press home that advantage.“Look at the camera, slut,” I snapped at her. Her eyes immediately flicked back and a shock look flitted across her face.“Did I say you could look away?”“No, Miss, I’m sorry.”Again she didn’t flinch at being called a slut. This was good news but now time to take it up a notch. Women, especially young girls, have. " We smoked the joint and downed a few drinks and I noticed Shobha starting to get a bit tiddly, I felt the same way as well. We got into some serious talking about relationships and found out we were both single. Suddenly she asked when I last had sex. I paused for a while then said 2 weeks with my x, (I lied of course). She then said she had only had sex 2 times about 3 months ago. I couldn't control myself any more. I reached forward and placed my lips on hers. We kissed for a while and I.