After walking into the den he saw the partially filled glass of wine on the coffee table. ‘I didn’t know you drank wine.’ She rolled her eyes. ...��You’ve known since the tenth grade party at John Mason’s house. Remember you got me drunk and tried to take advantage of me.’ ‘Hey it was you who kissed me,’ he laughed. She led him to the sofa and they both sat down. ‘Yeah, but it was you who kept the kissing going.’ ‘I don’t remember,’ he lied. ‘You do too!’ she laughed as she lunged forward and. The thought of that made me stop stroking my wet crotch and search the desk for some things to insert in my holes. Ah! A nice, slender rose bud vase, awarded for excellent customer service, would work! I rifled through my desk and discovered a big, fat marker used for brainstorming meetings. Perfect! I was about to rise from my desk when I realized I may have a wet spot on my light pink pencil skirt. I couldn’t resist running off to the restroom to finish what I had started, though. Grabbing. Finding clean water, he anchored a little way off the beach, dropped the stern swim ladder and dove in.'Interesting, ' he thought. 'That's a hull down there.'Hold on a second.' Yes. 'It was moving slightly.'Rocking back and forth with the slight beach wave action ... wash and return.'How long has it been down?' he wondered.The bottom had the normal growth that all wood hulls had, but the sides that he could see were clean. There was a very slight trickle of bubbles coming up as the hull. Tom stood dumbfounded for a moment. She’s way stronger than I would have imagined. He trotted off to the hall closet and grabbed a towel, then darted into the bathroom for his hurricane emergency first-aid kit and moved swiftly back to the kitchen. He set it on the counter beside her. He looked into her eyes for direction, she was grinning uncertainly around the wooden spoon clenched between her teeth. She nodded adamantly and he drew a deep breath to steady his nerves. He put his unsteady.