Beaufort and Gabby had both ignored Jenkins’ instructions. I was also pleasantly surprised to find that their buckskin shirts worked as dresses, als....Once the women were ready to go, they handed down their day packs and then the spears they were toting to me, then first Dr. Beaufort and then Gabby clambered down. A few minutes later we were all in the water and headed upstream as fast as we could go without stubbing our toes.The trek went on for another couple of miles, until we reached a point. I felt vulnerable after the loss and didn’t want to deal with the feelings that were sure to happen if I met his gaze. “Hmmm. Yeah Amy. That is a hard one to handle. And all good swimmers go through it at some point and I guess that this is your time. I had to deal with it and its hard to be proud of yourself and self confident and not become cocky and slack off or show off when you are just wiping out the other swimmers like you’ve done.” He put his hand on my back as I sat there with my head. " Paula giggled and shook him off, but Neil was insistent and pushed his lips onto hers, kissing her lustfully. "I'm not joking," he told her. "We are all friends."Paula gasped and gagged as her stomach tried to expel the vodka and Neil rubbed her shoulders before pulling up her blouse. Paula was groggy and woozy, unable to resist, and Neil unclipped her bra, ruffling her long, blonde hair as his hands careered down her body and took her skirt and knickers away from the topless woman.Paula. Me at the time? Five-eleven, one-seventy, thinning hair; and well, not especially pretty. Now? I'm still five-eleven, but now one ninety, mostly bald on top, and still not especially pretty. I do make some pretty good bread though—now. Female companionship? None worth mentioning; there'd been a few short term relationships over the years, but again, none worth mentioning. I'd spent most of my efforts trying to make a buck. At any rate, Winnie had spoiled me for other women. I just couldn't get.