Some place during all the shoveling, bumping and banging, someone hit a lever or a switch ... something. A panel in the master cabin popped off and th...re was More money, ledgers and guns.The girls boxed them up just like everything else but piled the junk outside the warehouse door. She labeled the ledger box, "FBI," the gun box, "ATF&E," and borrowed an envelope from the desk in what could only be called the office."Mina, why anyone would want an ornate desk and office on a boat meant for. In that respect, she reflected any day would be a perfect day. The sense of freedom she now felt as a widow, was only tempered by the knowledge, that she still somehow had to win Tony away from Sarah. Despite their recent sexual encounter, she knew she still had a battle to win. She wanted, and needed him so badly, that she could think of little else, and she knew it was going to be a much harder task than she had first thought.She turned away from the window, she was reluctant to make a start. One of the wives had originally suggested the idea to Izzie, and being a good business woman, she had made the snug available before the official opening time, on two mornings a week.Izzie would sell coffee or other drinks as required with snacks, and quite quickly the group grew. They formed a committee, kept minutes and had a Treasurer with weekly contributions which helped them organise social events. Over time they organised shopping trips, and theatre trips to the West End and even a. As Ellen and I were returning from a nice slow dance, Liz made her move, coming up to me and asked me to dance. Sure I said, as we walked to the cleared living room.We were dancing "politely," that is nothing too close, when I noticed one of the men ask Ellen to dance. Looking at me for permission, I nodded, as he took her hand and led her to the dance area.As the song was winding down, Liz asked if I would care for a tour of the place."Thank you," I said and off we went.We had the obligatory.