"I didn't know what else to do, so I did what I was told. "Do you have really hairy legs, Paul?" Well, sorta, I guess." Okay - we'll need some really ...ark tights then - here put these on," and she handed me a pair of black women's tights! I had no other choice than to do what she said, so I took them out of the package, and started to try to put them on. "Oops, Paul, I forgot to ask - are you wearing boxers or briefs?" Boxers - why?" I'm sorry - boxers will never do with those tights - they. Once the sun had set over the ridge and darkness descended; it became too cold to lie up on the deck, naked. We collected the cushions, and went back down into the main cabin. Lori began to heat up the food we had brought along for dinner, while I opened a bottle of wine. We sat at the main table in the cabin to eat.“What if we weren’t in this cruiser, but say a fifty or sixty foot sailboat; like one of those big live-aboard ketches that are anchored off Bayview, and we were getting ready to. My breath is on her. Filthy, stale, salty, watery breath. The disgusting breath of rotting fish and seaweed washed onto a stony shore. Foul, disgusting, unearthly breath. Utterly corrupted.My body over hers. My silvery entrails falling, rotten and torn, from my belly. My opened belly, my torn, awful belly. Green and brown and stained and stinking. Entrails seeping blood that has long-ago lost its fight to suck in life-giving oxygen. Dark, dead, heavy, greasy mire. The crimson gash of the knife. ”She looked around. The road was fairly clear. She had done such things in the early days with Dave but it had been years since she had even thought about doing such a thing again. Pressing her feet to the floor she raised herself and fumbled under her skirt to get them down her thighs. Kicking them off her feet she bent down to retrieve them but he stopped her. “Leave them,” he said. “I’ll send Dave out to get them when I take you back.”Ben’s hand returned to her groin and his fingers began to.