Relief poured out of Josh, relief beyond belief. Relief better than sex, almost. She was alive; she was aware, she was here. She was not in a coma. He... brain was not a soon to explode mess of fluid. She remembered him. She still loved him. She still wanted him. She was the girl he wanted still. They could get past all of that. The big humps were over.“Acky! My Acky!” He squealed.He raced to her as fast as he could, he practically galloped to the bed. He threw his arms around her, and she. "You do sail, don't you?" Yeah, I've done a fair bit, mostly little craft." Any big stuff, out at sea?" Well, I've crewed on some big racing yachts on occasions, yeah. Mostly on the south coast. Why the interest?" Well, there's this guy. He's bought this ketch rig motor-sailor. Sort of cross between a cabin cruiser and a proper yacht. Anyway he's asked me to sail the thing down to Med for him, Majorca somewhere and I'm looking for a second crewman to come with me. One of the guys in the yard. She sat up and lifted my shirt over my head, her mouth and tongue ran over my chest and nipples. I unbutton her blouse and removed her bra she covered herself embarrassed. She said she wasn’t as young as I remembered her and the years had taken their toll. I ignored her and exposed her breasts to me. They were small and soft but her nipples responded and as I kissed and licked them they hardened at my touch. She stood in front of me and helped me remove my pants and underwear. She knelt. I think that he is jus' crazy." Thanks, boss, now I know what to expect. I ain't happy 'bout it, but I guess I kin live with it."The next three days were a repeat of the routine legal and honest business that they had observed previously. The two Rangers were about ready to give up when there was a spell of excitement. On the way back to Jameson's hotel suite, there was a spatter of gunshots aimed in their direction as they walked under a street lamp. Jameson's hat went flying and Ezra pushed.