She reclined on the couch, making sure I could see her legs. They were tan and gorgeous, and her tight jeans showed off almost everything of her ass. ...he got up off the couch and shook my hand. "I like these carpets," she said. "They're good for fucking, or just for lying there naked. Nothing like the feel of a plush carpet against your ass when you've got someone on top of you."She ran her eyes over me again, obviously intrigued. She giggled a bit."Who are you?" she asked."That's Karen, my. You can’t do that, don’t start baby. And girl, stay off the shit. It’ll eat up your dough, leave you worse off. If you want to crash, go to Sister Anne’s place. You be clean and not turn em while you there, she ask no questions and give you three square ones a day. You know where she is.’ Cynthia’s mouth hung open. She had never heard someone go on like that. She would have needed a crow bar to get a word in edge wise. Now that there was a lull, she didn’t know what to say. She just shook her. Finally, Grace said, "Enough ... just leave it. Let's go call."We left the boat ... climbing up one ladder and climbing down another. An 85 foot long sailboat hull is really tall. Well over 25 feet from the top of the transom to the ground. Big boat.Since we had assumed the yard rent for the boat, we were 'customers' ... slightly crazy customers but still...The head office let us use a phone. A simple dialing ... a couple of ringy-dingies and the secretary answered."Mr. Howland, please." I let. "I have very acute hearing and do think that you were enquiring about Karla. I am her aunt, the man who would not speak to you is my brother. Please come in, maybe I can help you."She led the way into her equally humble house towards a comfortably furnished living room."Now, who are you and why do you go around asking about Karla?"As outspoken as she was, I saw no need to mince words, certain necessary omissions notwithstanding, and told her name and reason for visiting."I am a former.