. sideways could be dire ... I started turning our sails into tiny storm canvas ... thank the gods for buttons and power winches. I fired up the engin...s. I’d never seen what waterspouts could do to a boat but I was fairly certain I wouldn’t like it. I’d estimated 5 miles and maybe 10 minutes before the black ... okay ... extremely dark gray storm wall hit us.Mostly, I forgot about storms and what they do to the wind. Okay ... so I was worried about other things ... the closer the storm got .... From what I don't know, or were they jealous of Marjorie?After the meal and the tidying up done, we went to help Marjorie unload her car. She was right about one thing she had enough clothing and equipment to supply an expedition on her own. Not only was the boot chock-o-block but the rear passenger seats were piled up also. We carried them all into the van.I got her to park her car alongside the other wrecks on the far side of the clearing.We were a real nosey lot; we got round Marjorie as she. Zander had gone to "take a quick shower" almost an hour ago. I rose from his bed, padding barefeet along soft beige carpet out of the bedroom. To my immediate left was an open door, revealing a darkened bathroom. The air was heavy with warm steam that carried the strong scent of soap. Well, he wasn't in the bathroom."Ssshhh..."I tilted my head, my blond, shoulder-length hair falling into my face, listening. The shushing had come from one of the two bedrooms to my right. My tip-toeing feet. None of my athletes are allowed to fuck off during practice and training! Now you're gonna pay" Yes sir!" James yelled back with a mouth full of my cock.The Coach continued to pound him and yell derogatory statements at him. "You didn't want to work out? Well how's this workout! Fucking tell me boy, you like this fucking workout?" Oh fuck Coach this workout is fucking amazing," He said, "I'll never workout again if you force me into this workout" "Yeah you'd fucking like that wouldn't you you.