Of course, neither has Brindy, her having arrived late on the scene. Naturally, I operate on the assumption that Carlita knows none of the history bet...een me and Pat, so she invites Brindy and Pat out one Saturday.She told me the plan. I signed off on it. Had no reason not to, really. So the four of us motor out of the marina early one Saturday morning. Brindy and Pat get the Grand Tour of the boat from Carlita.The three of them emerged from the cabin wearing those big floppy cotton shirts over. She stood up, touching her neck as if feeling her pulse. “Luke, I need to excuse myself for a bit. Sorry. I’ll be back. I just...” She turned and practically ran from the cellar. He heard her sprinting up the stairs even before the door clicked shut. Shaking his head in sympathy at her malaise, he returned to his task.Fifteen minutes later, however, she still hadn’t returned. I should probably make sure she’s okay. Maybe she’s napping on the bed again? At the very least I should see if there’s. Then, in one smooth motion I stepped up on the bed and sat down on her back, pinning her. She began to stir immediately, startled, but she didn't have any time say anything or try to push me off before I pulled my belt around her throat and pulled it tight. She had only been awake a second or two, but now she was panicking and thrashing, completely unable to breath. While she struggled I grabbed one wrist and then another, securing them tightly behind her back with the duct tape. Then I. I quickly said, “Oh, my Lord, that did not come out exactly the way I meant for it to. Please do not think that I was being forward or disrespectful.”Joan said, “Bart, I would be pleased to be your friend, and I hope that our friendship can extend beyond this job that you have taken on.”Joan was a nice looking young woman, and any man would have been slobbering after her were it not for the indecent trick that Asa Fletcher had pulled on her. Well, I was not currently in the market for a wife,.