She brought my coke up to me and said, “You’ve got quite the harem going on now. Can your old ass keep up with all of that action?”“Oh, my dea... sweet Linda, I didn’t start out trying to build a “Harem”, as you call it, but things just kind of fell into place and keep falling into place. Each and every one of them have their own reasons for being a part of this and each and every one of them also seem to be happy to be a part of my “Family”. I prefer that to “harem”, by the way. Even the ones. But it works which is better than not working. So far so good. Now back to the story?. After six weeks I tried it out. This was a rather shocking development. I was too short to gain entry. Measurements followed. I was four and one half inches around and 4 inches long. (Think a D cell battery circumference and 1 and ½ batteries long.) I had lost more than half of the mass I had when I was younger. With my wife’s weight gain and my lack of length I could only just barely get the head inside. She was somewhat of a tomboy and didn't take shit from anyone. I know she loved my parents just by her actions. Whenever they asked her to do something, she never gave them any lip.There were a few guys picking on me and I saw her kick one in the gonads and hit another with a two by four. She told them if they ever picked on me again, she'd kick their ass. I will say they were two grades higher than me. I doubt if I would have stood a chance. That was probably when I found out I was a wuss.I. . I could not possibly say?” I said.“Yup ... like that,” Ken agreed. “Now ... tell me about the refit.”For the most part, I was satisfied. No leaks, no poorly running lines, diesel engine was good, genset might be a trifle light and a second set of tools would be good. All in all the boat was better than new ... and quiet under sail. None of the common complaints ... noise ... banging of halyards or the slap of loose whatever. We had had no problems sleeping under autopilot ... although the.