Here’s my (slightly naughty) take on the bad husband tale. Rosette daughter of Galon was rounding the last corner between the village well and the c...ttage she shared with her mother and father when two of the Duke’s soldiers, magnificent in scarlet and gold cloaks over gleaming chain-mail, galloped into the street and pulled up between her and the cottage door. Rosette was a pretty girl – a good deal more than pretty, to tell the truth – with flaxen hair done in a braid that reached past her. The air bites into your skin as you realize that you'r not clothed. You could've sworn you had clothes on at some point but you fail to recall. With little other option you begin to fumble around the surface you'r on to get a feel for its dimensions. As you searched your finger bumped into a small switch about the size of a thumb tack somewhere at your hip. Hoping that this switch could provide some sort of light you switch it on.Not nearly a half second after you activated the switch you are. She told John she didn't want to do this. He looked and her and picked up her clothes and told her to get out. She had agreed to this and he didn't go out with teases or liars. He went on to tell her you don't let a guy play with your tits unless you intend to let him go all the way. Shelly looked at him stunned. She told him she still wanted to date. He told her again I don't date liars and teases. Now get out. What had started out as a lot of fun quickly went down the toilet. She. "Because I'm a girl and I need my privacy," I replied."Privacy is something you sort of give up on a boat this size," Dad said. "We will try to respect each other's wishes, but it can be difficult in such close quarters." Besides," Mom said, "we have to think about when we have guests too."Eddie and I let the discussion drop.We went up to the flying bridge next and Dad started to explain all the instruments. He told us about the radar, the chart plotter, the fish finder and all the gauges..