He had fucked her for a long time. At least his dick (she finally remembered the word for it) wasn't so small. He was giving her almost as good as the...Mi Chan had fucked her. She was beginning to breathe hard, and felt something she hadn't felt the other two times. It had felt a LITTLE like this, when she had lost her cherry, but this was better. It felt a little like she wanted to pee, but different, and it felt like she wanted to burp, but not the same as THAT, EITHER! It was tickling her. Slowly, 'tis true, but just about above steerage-way. I shut the motor down altogether, trimmed up and went to check the GPS and chart. What wind there was was southerly which was about as good as it got for us. I anticipated that it would veer and increase as the day wore on. We were about eighty miles from Brighton, where there is an artificial harbour with excellent facilities. That sounded good to me. If the wind did pick up, we could be there the next day. I tuned in for the shipping. "What did she say about George?" Not much, just that it was wonderful that he has such good friends as you and me. I think she was preparing me for bad news, don't you? I invited her for dinner tonight. I couldn't just let that sit there, could I?" Well, the only reason to talk to us is if they are splitting up. Too bad. I feel sorry for George," I said."Yes, poor, dear George. I know he doesn't want that. He didn't say much the other night, but I could tell he was worried." I'll go get some. And I was worried.I was even more worried when the Fire Marshall called the next day to confirm that the fire was definitely arson. I told him about Ed and asked him to coordinate his investigation with the police—but quietly. I also suggested that he'd probably try again, next time in the warehouse, or at my home.I hired a security service to provide watchmen at the warehouse and office and to send a patrol by my house at frequent, but irregular intervals. Expensive, but a reasonable.