“Tony Ferrara,” Tony replied accepting Joe’s hand.“I think I’ve seen some of your sculptures.”“I think I’ve read some of your books. A...d is that?”“Eddie Frank,” said Eddie. “Want to smoke something better?” he whipped out his Altoids container.“Sure.”Eddie lit up and handed him the fat joint.“Good shit,” Tony coughed.“Eddie only smokes the best,” Joe chuckled, taking the joint. “So what’s the story? About the two houses?” He sucked in the smoke.“Sometime after the first world war, the Spanish. Hoffman grabbed the edges of her top and pulled it off. He reached behind her and freed her tasty breast from her bra. He groped them and it felt better this time. He lurched forward and kissed her left breast then her right, trying to see which tasted better but he could not decide they were both glorious. He amazed Katie by his suction; it felt heavenly, sending a prickling feeling down her spine to her clitoris. Her vagina felt prickly, it needed some sort of penetration. She moved her hand. “Hi, you are Carol, right?” he said with a cigarette between his lip. “Yes,” I managed to say. “Cool, get in.” I was frozen, couldn’t move, and couldn’t breathe. I slowly shook my head. “C’mon, I don’t bite, it’s just a ride.” His dark blue eyes were kind and he did look so hot in his black T-shirt and jeans. The jacket must be in the car, I thought. “Sorry, but my parents wouldn’t be happy.” He dragged his fingers through his thick black hair and said, “Okay, maybe next time?” I didn’t. Plus I had to discover a way of somehow fitting the nine foot tree that Beverley had purchased, under the less than seven-six foot - at its highest point — ceiling. That called for a little modification (of the tree) with a saw, much to Beverley's chagrin.Also hundreds of Christmas cards began to arrive mostly from folks who'd just spent a night or two tied up on the river by the pub. It appeared that they had all enjoyed their brief stay with us, and considered us all as their friends. Some.