I couldn’t argue with that. She asked what our plans were and I had to tell her that I didn’t have a clue. “Ooh …” she said. “A man of sur...rises. Gotta love that!” Indeed I did, even if he confused me at times. However, I wasn’t about to mention that to a stranger. That would only lead to some very probing questions I just couldn’t answer. It was a conversation that just couldn’t go in that direction. I had to protect not only my reputation, but George’s, as well. By the time she was done with. The path was quite long and the location was isolated with tall pine, maple and oak trees from other neighbors so no one would bother them. Almost everyone was there when they reached the clearing. Rex was lighting a small fire at the moment. And the women were setting out the food. Sandy set out the tablecloth, candles, pumpkin, gourds and the loaf of bread. Rita hugged her and thanked her for her offering. "Father will be so pleased with everything." she said. Someone had brought a couple. Gorgeous, educated and well-traveled Black women are a rare and wondrous thing. I’d be a very foolish brother if I let her go. So I asked her for her number. She took mine instead. Now that wasn’t cool. It’s not a good thing for a man to give a woman his number rather than taking hers. You see, young women take forever to call young men. By the time she gets around to it, the guy might be dead…of old age. I told Gina I’d add her on everybody’s favourite social networking website. The face of. ” “What do you say folks, shall we get wet and go visit the neighbors?” Monica pointed out to the girls that ‘get wet’ was code for take a pee. Although the boat had a bathroom, or head, onboard when the weather was good and you were stopped, peeing in the ocean was the desirable thing to do. “One, it saves room in the holding tank, and two, it allows you to do something you normally never do, just go pee wherever you are!” she laughed.The guys secured the anchored the boat and Monica led.