When we are sailing and tacking, the boom will swing unannounced. If you hear If you hear ‘jibe ho’, duck because the boom will be swinging across...deck. And like being anchored in a cove in the moonlight, the evening meal done, and those gals singing harmony so sweet it would break your heart right in two. If you feel that you need to tup one of the girls, but you can’t find one to stick it in, one ring of the bell and every unfilled pussy will be there within a minute. Great food and great. I then pulled her closer to me and hugged her tightly. I was fondling her back and bottom. She was nervous and started sweating so did I.After a while I slid my hand and grabbed her waist underneath her top. She moaned a bit. She was so close and I was breathing her fragrance into my system.She noticed my pant bulging again, she reached to the tent in my pant and started squeezing it hard. I grabbed her neck and pulled her face closer to me and started kissing her lips. It was so soft and. It was that same hungry desire I saw in them when he took very first photos of me in our garage and on top of his bike. God, that was so long ago."Kristy, you stand next to Mom, yes just like that, hand on your hip, now both of your look into the camera."Kristy and I made pretty faces and looked into the lens of the camera, the same lens which already seen every single uninhabited inch of my body. It was déjà vu all over with the exception that now my husband and my daughter were seeing. "I'm making both life and writing one and the same, and they're both going in the wrong direction."That day Athena tried to console me, but I don't remember what she said. I wasn't listening. I left the Place and didn't go back to work.I started this story talking about photography. Pictures save forever that unique moment which will never come back. We hold them in our hands and see people who are gone, still young and ignorant of the things to come. All the possibilities still open, and yet.