I needed my tools to make a Christmascake." Mirabel's eyes sparkled at the thought of her impending gift andEd wondered how he had gotten kidnapped by...a deranged granny."I'm not helping you with nothing, not that you actually have anyingredients here." Ed sneered trying desperately to seem unaffected bythe oddness of the situation."Oh but I do."Mirabel softly cooed with hidden meaning, and with that she drew a shortbut obviously razor sharp obsidian knife from the bins of odds and endsand. Is that her? It IS her. Shit; she's gorgeous. Right; engine off. Out you get. Deep breaths. Keep your head. Just walk over to her and say hello. Simple, right? Yeah, right. Sort of. Anyway, come on, fella.)"Hi. Well; it's great to meet you at last."(Nice. Well done, lad; great opener. That's bound to catch her attention and spark some interest. Now what? What do I do next? What should I say? Shit; CALM DOWN.)"Let's get inside and away from this weather, shall we? Please; after you. Man; it's. I decided I was best to talk to Matt, who seemed the least preoccupied choice; but where the hell was he.“Hey Rebecca, what happened to Matt?”“Oh he went for a sleep, he felt a bit sea sick taking off, it’s starting to calm down now at least.”“Ahh ok,” I said with a tinge to much disappointment.“So what’s up then?”“Oh nothing, I just wanted someone to talk to.”“I’m here.”“Yes you are, and here is in front of a steering wheel on a boat 100metres off the coast of Queensland.”“Your point. Abby will be shipped in about ten days. By the way, feel free to give me a call if you need relief before she arrives. If I'm available, I would be delighted to play virtual sex with you. I'm sure after she arrives, you won't need to do that again." Thank you, Christina, thanks for the assistance and the offer. I'll do that if I need to."Sam hung up the phone in a bit of a daze at what he had just done. He looked around him, and for the first time, he realized that his place was a dump. He.