" She got up from the table, "You had better go or you will be late for work." That's it? You just get up from the table and there is nothing more to ...ay?" What do you expect? You tell me this story and I'm supposed to say, "Oh goodie. I'm glad that that is all there was to it" and then go on with life? I don't think so. Regardless of how it happened it did happen and now I have to figure out how to deal with it." She walked out of the room leaving me to watch her back and wonder if my life. Snaith would give poor Spivey a violent rogering with one of her huge dildos and this just brought him into abject submission, and kept his ego in check?Spats told me all these stories about his Dad and Ms. Snaith, but he is not clear on how Spivey and Earline, Spats’s mother met. Probably at some North Carolina society function—they were that kind of people.Their dating ritual went the way most did then, and at some point, when it came time for a bit of ?fooling around? Earline discovered the. “It’s what you didn’t do. You promised me that we wouldn’t bring more scrap metal on board.”This didn’t help my confusion. “Scrap metal? I’m lost here, Ms. Golden, what scrap metal?”“Those derelict ships they have been bringing in. Oh, granted, there are 8 or 9 brand new scouts. And the two heavy tugs they delivered last week are as promised. I don’t even mind that state of the art flight simulator they bought and installed. But there’s got to be 20 or 30 hanger queens in the maintenance bays. Now, how?WEATHER INTERFERED WITH MY cooking as we prepared dinner. She'd been a mischievous sprite all afternoon, practicing her Greek on me, not the language, but behaviour, groping and pinching, laughing with twinkling eyes and dancing away from me when I tried some reciprocal actions. I had a partial erection from her gropes and, when I rearrange it, Weather just giggled and asked "What's the matter?" with pure impish glee. I was very glad she didn't call me Dad again. It seemed to affect me.