"I blinked. I wasn't really shocked, just shocked into remembrance. It'd been a few years since I'd been around Polly-in-the-flesh, as opposed to the ...olly-of-anecdote. She'd always been family-famous for her direct and untempered bawdiness. But Polly's words coming straight from Polly's mouth had a whole different intonation then when whispered down the phone line second- or third-hand.The last time I'd seen her was at a cousin-of-sort's wedding. Some poor maiden great-aunt had made the. What!? Why? How? Well I went to go jack off in the bathroom, but I forgot to lock the door and she walked in and I quickly jumped into the shower, and she started to masturbate too. Then she found me and said that we would finish together or she would tell mom I was watching her get undressed so I had to. Well fuck… I guess there is nothing really wrong with it. Wait. It gets worse. How? Well she jumped in front of me as I came and she made it land all over her tits then she ate some of it. A sailing boat/ship cannot sail directly into the wind. Usually, the minimum effective angle is said to be forty-five degrees. Some racing yachts can get to thirty degrees 'off' the wind, others, like 'square-riggers', can only manage about sixty.If a boat is sailing as 'close' to the wind as it can, it is said to be 'close hauled',If it is sailing into the wind, but not as 'close' as it can, it is said to be 'close-reaching'.'Reaching' is sailing across the wind.'Broad-reaching' is sailing. It's Mrs. T., twenty years ago! Richard thought. But with stronger features ... Following behind was a teenage girl, who bore more of a resemblance to Harvey."Come, girls. This is Richard, one of my students," Irina said. "My daughters, Viktoriya and Nadia. They will be joining us for dinner."Richard nodded, unsure whether to extend his hand. Viktoriya smiled disarmingly and extended hers. With his suit on, and her fine dark red dress, he felt like he should kiss her hand, not shake it. He.