Rachel and Taylor had both gone through particularly bad breakups the month before, and seemed slightly jealous of Amy's stable long-term relationship... This jealousy had manifested in an annoying cattiness, which showed no signs of slowing down.As they set up the board game they were playing this afternoon, Amy filled them in on the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray she had ordered, and what she had done to herself with it. Her friends were familiar with Amy's distaste for blowjobs and knew that it was a sore. She told me her sister Alma had called the evening before and she was going to have to leave early tomorrow (Sunday) to go to Alma’s to take care of some family business. She would not return home until Thursday evening. She ask if there was any way I would work it out to come to her house Thursday night. I set trying to think of a way to work it out. I told her I had to go to school Thursday morning to register for my classes but I would be home before lunch. I thought for a few minutes. "My name's Tanya." I held out my hand which she took nervously."I'm Erica," she replied, extending her own delicate hand. I held hers firmly in mine after we shook, my fingertips gently tracing around the base of her palm. She looked at me, unsure of what was happening."Erica, I saw you looking at me while you were in line."She looked more nervous now, like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that ... well ... you're ... you're. Porridge and bacon sarnies (for me) and Sosmix ones (for Grace) and we were all set for the day.Grace ran through the start-up procedure, running the fan in the 'engine-room', and starting the Volvo diesel, while I dealt with the mooring warps. As soon as I cast off the last line, the bow warp, I waved to Grace. She put the motor in gear and we reversed out of the berth. I was there with a boat-hook to fend off if necessary, but it wasn't; she barely even rubbed the fenders, which I pulled in.