?”Mrs. Brown looked over her shoulder at a lad that looked young enough to be her son. Unfortunately, she had no children and the distinction didn�...t bother her at all because she could see by his tented trousers he was in a mood for loving and had no inhibitions about seeking a more mature partner.She smiled as charmingly as possible and responded, “Yes, dear but only in my puss and not my bum, please.”In actuality, she had no firm objections to taking it up her still attractive bum but she. I'm not going into the details about why the forty mile canal costs so much and takes so long; the actual fee is about four hundred pounds, but there are many additional expenses most of which are unavoidable, and the delay is mainly to do with getting a transit slot. Against that, it was about six thousand five hundred miles to Cape Horn – eight weeks' sailing, not counting stops.The time was not really the issue. In the end, what tipped the balance was an email ... and hope. She called. It was easy, I asked him about the places he had been in the service and it was many. All over the world, almost. It was actually very interesting, I didn't have to pretend to be interested.For several days, we would talk about all those places, we got very comfortable with each other and I would tell him how interesting his life was and how dull mine was in our small, one-horse town. He did agree that our town was small and somewhat rural, that it lacked excitement for a young girl growing up. "Yes, hello?" Abby asked, a little breathlessly."Abigail? Are you OK, dear?" asked a cheery voice. "Suzanne Moffatt here. Just wanted to make sure you'll be here on time to pick up Emma's cookies." Sure, I'll be on time, ma'am," said Abby. "I'm almost there."After hanging up, the young mom shivered thinking of Mrs. Moffatt, her daughter's perfectly proper troop leader. The ever-smiling Suzanne Moffatt looked like something out of a Betty Crocker commercial, with a beauty-parlor hairdo, starched.