"Permission granted, sailor. Now get your pretty little ass up here, and give me one of those welcoming kisses of yours! And that's an order!" I growl...d to her, the joy at her just being there betraying my lack of anger and authority."Aye, sir!" she growled back, with just as much authority in her voice as I didn't have. "Give me a hand here, sailor. An old broad like me shouldn't have to fight this damned transom. How come you haven't got a swim grid back here for midnight guests to come. You stare at me knowingly. I never though of being deaf until I was in your bed that night. I thought about how my eyes would talk to you. How you would stare down into my pupils and read my soul. And how like now, you would see the yearning in my eyes. Maybe I’ve had too much to drink. Yes? We have? Well, I don’t give a damn. And neither should you. You coil tightly around my body, press me hard into you. But you do it like a dance, like water. And you seem to coat every bit of me. With your. B. - I later found out that it was 'synthetic' acid also known as MDMA - now called ecstasy ) which it didn't seem to do . Oh well , I was having fun getting stoned and people-watching - the Brits are great eccentrics and funny with it ! She comes back with a smile on her face and asks me to fuck her , so we went into the tent and without closing the flap as it was a (rare) hot sunny day in dear old Blighty, proceeded to have a nice energetic shag - except for the fact that this. They had a very good pastor. He talked about pride and it humbled me. I took them all out to eat at a seafood place. We talked about the service and her mom asked me if I was a believer. "Well, yes and no," I told her. "I'll try to explain. I do believe someone made this place. I can't imagine the circumstances that would form Los Angeles out of a diffuse cloud of hydrogen without someone designing it that way. God looks like the only answer to me. I believe he's good. He's been good to me. He.