Unfortunately, Phelps needed access to his boat. His financial papers, his computer, his cellular phone and FAX equipment, all were aboard and, with i...creasing frequency, he felt the need for them. Phelps had noticed a small riverside marina less than a mile distant from his present location. The sensible thing to do would be to move his boat from Twin Rivers to the nearby facility. The move would have the additional virtue of eliminating another possible link between him and his earlier stay. There was a 'clink' of teeth on metal."Mmm... Slowly..." Chrys insisted.Almost as if he was trying to make it last as long as possible, F.B. turned his head side to side, back and forth, pushing the jewel to every angle, before he pulled back. The jewel stud was at the end of a short, metal stem, connecting it to a silver lozenge big enough to hold it in place. F.B. stood aside, holding the plug in his teeth as he knelt obediently."C'mon, I got places to be!" Chrys called out. The first man. Knocking on the door, I then stood impatiently waiting when finally the door opened and Mrs Jones, my hot blonde thirty something neighbour peered out, but before she could say anything I dived at her and began kissing her passionately right there in her kitchen doorway."Robbie!" she exclaimed pushing me off for a second "Calm the fuck down, and come in!" I'm sorry I just missed kissing you!" I replied totally and utterly in love with this hot older woman, before I tried to kiss her. At Medical, the duty medics took the pair and popped them into pods right away; normally, Ned would have had no priority at all, but they'd OBVIOUSLY never been seriously worked on, so he was allowed what amounted to his first pass -- and since casualties didn't stay long, one way or another, the medics were bored. Specialist Four Chamberlain looked the pair over in their pods and said, "Damn! You couldn't do any better than that? Where'd you get them, anyway?" I'm a purist -- or I thought I.