Once we got behind the island, the water was quite calm and I throttled back and slowed the boat, finally shutting it off so we could get the skis and...stuff out of the locker. Judith volunteered to go first and got in the water.Judith must have had a lot of practice skiing because she got up on the first try and maneuvered like a pro. We went in a big oval behind the island for about ten minutes, with Judith jumping the wake and cutting back and forth. I was quite impressed. Finally she let go. J. said, as he stood from behind his desk, and he walked over to embrace Mac."Mac, can I be very up-front and honest with you?" A.J. asked as he stood there with his sexy pregnant JAG officer in his embrace."Yes, A.J., please. I want you always to be very honest and open with me," Mac said as she looked into his eyes."Mac, you're one of the sexiest young woman I've ever known or been around. You're hot, to put it bluntly. And I have to tell you that now that you're pregnant, you make me hard,. If you're Boston born and bred, you're either a Red Sox fan, or you don't like baseball-or you're a damn traitor. If you're from Boston and you root for any other baseball team other than the Red Sox; well, it's like being an American watching the Olympics and rooting for Russia. In fact, it's worse than that."I took a breath. "In 1986, I was two years old. My Dad got me out of bed because he wanted me to remember-even if I really couldn't-that I was watching when the Red Sox finally won it. He knew that Sir Dunston was old and rarely left home anymore, so that he was almost assured that the gentleman would be home. Riding up to the manor house, he climbed down and tossed the reins to the groom that scurried forth, then announced himself to Sir Dunston’s English butler. Earl Dunrossiter’s visit was an annual occurrence and he followed the butler into the manor, waiting in the foyer until he was admitted. Moments later, he was ushered into the parlor, where Sir Dunston was rising.