‘Who used to live in Grove Avenue?’ I stood holding the half open door, hopeful now. ‘Yes.’ ‘You owe me an apology.’ I was stunned into s...lence. I couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. Suddenly, she smiled. ‘You used to pull my pigtails.’ That smile changed the whole atmosphere. ‘Guilty as charged,’ I admitted with a laugh. ‘Can you ever forgive me?’ Still smiling, Allie rose and walked around the desk to shake my hand. ‘I’ll think about it.’ We chatted briefly before I remembered my. . in spades. It took me three weeks before I could say that I was getting back into shape. Getting back... not there yet. Every night it hurt just to lie in bed. In the morning I had to roll out of bed and pull myself up on the dresser. It seemed like it was ten miles from my bed to the bathroom. By the time that the first game was played I felt like I could whip a pack of tigers with ten lions thrown in for good measure. The first hit that I took in that game knocked half of that confidence. I ignored this comment and continued with my drink. His lips felt warm against my skin, inviting almost. By this time the drink had gone to my head slightly and I was starting to feel a little sexual. I pushed my hips back against him only to be greeted by the hardness in his trousers. He moaned quietly in my ears and said "I need you so badly right now, come back to my place with me" "No thanks" I said, "I’m quite happy here thanks". With that he pushed into me hard, giving me the chance to. I had made ... under instruction ... basic parts. I could patch an underwater hull hole with special ‘glass, resin and hardener. Not our boat ... but a successful rescue effort. I qualified down to 33 meters and I’d had the Sailbait outfitted with a dive compressor and scuba.Sailbait had three suits of new North Sails and every inch of working rigging had been replaced. Also new was the rudder-post and hydraulics.“I am surprised you made the crossing,” Ken said, as he instructed me in the.