Jacob shook his head and that smile was back in her eyes as she left his dick to crawl up until she was on top of him, their lips meeting in a long ki...s while her hips were grinding against him. Her lips by his ear now she whispered: "You are so cute with that confused boner and that look in your eyes."Before he could answer her hand went down, guiding him into her and filling his mind with images of all the places they had seen together, broken places that contrasted so well with her pure. Still they spoke, and still she listened.She would sometimes ask questions, and they would simply ask more. It wasnever an answer, always a question, and she was forced to think even whenshe didn't want to. Then the cadence would begin again, and the voiceswould guide her thoughts while her mind bled. The bleeding didn't stop,but perhaps for the first time she thought it might one day.Cas was disturbed from her 'dream' by the feeling of something brushingagainst her face. It was like a fly. He really didn’t want to spend the money for the gas but he wanted to physically verify her presence or lack of it. It was only a little over 100 miles after all. His little 4 cylinder Ranger got almost 26 miles to the gallon so the cost wouldn’t break him up. Besides wanting to verify Polly had indeed taken the trip he needed to return all of Polly’s belongings she left in his apartment. He had no intention of ever seeing her again and certainly didn’t want her personal possessions in his. After a lot of head scratching and discussion, the idea of a basic modification in the boats came to mind. Somebody suggested that the whole problem could be solved by redesigning the boats! The current boats had a rounded bottom and a sort-of keel; why not change to a flat-bottomed boat with a width great enough to overcome the tendency for the boat to flip over when the machine gun was fired? The experiments with the pontoons had demonstrated that the basic idea was sound, they only needed to.