We nosed into the marina channel. She stopped. I probed with the pole.“Ease ahead.”We repeated the exercise a couple of dozen times. The channel w...s clear. At the far end, away from the deepwater channel, we nosed Dorable into the soft bank. I jumped ashore trailing a hundred feet of mooring line and a spare anchor. I set the anchor in the soggy soil and made the line fast to it.Offloading the scooters is an exercise we have down pat. I grabbed a sheet of paper and a marker and hand-wrote a. As I patted her down, I felt her shaking. She was sobbing. I put my hands on her shoulders and said softly, ‘Hey, what’s all this?’ She shook me off. ‘You can’t possibly love me now,’ she moaned. I got off the bed and knelt before her, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her head to look at me. ‘Of course I love you,’ I said, it sounded lame, but there it was. She grabbed the towel and covered her breasts. ‘I’m fat and ugly!’ she wailed. I tried to peel the towel away, she was having none of. The funny thing is I get along with her pretty well. John, our oldest son already runs the business with his father, the other two - Maya and Jesse still live with me. They are both of age, but the house is big enough for all of us to have privacy (six bedrooms, each with its own bathroom just to give you the impression).My name is Eve, I am forty one years old and… well, I guess I just live a happy life. I am 162 centimetres tall, so on the short side, but I am not petite. I have always had. Hooked up with the Devil Dogs when I was twenty-two years old, that was ten years ago, not one moment of regret yet. I’m not crazy, I’m not a nice guy either, though I wont fuck with you unless you fuck with me. I don’t do fags, and I ain't some pedophile, it was her, that little black bitch, she was the problem. I hate losing control. The only way that I could get my life back was by cutting her from underneath my skin, cleanse myself of her wickedness. I still had two of the five years to.