"Oh. She just had to make a few errands. She'll be home in about an hour."Shannon smiled at Rob and replied; "Oh.....okay"Rob smirked; "Well, I wa... hoping that we could spend most of the time alone kissing."Shannon, without trying to, tilted her head in a sexy way and responded; "Well, it is our Valentine's night.......Oh. I made you a card." Shannon handed it to Rob. Rob took the card, happily. Read it and grinned ear to ear. Shannon smiled back. Although the card was computer. And forget hell; while I was still alive, would I damn myself every waking, walking moment? I had never cheated on my husband; forget my failed attempt to seduce the Reverend. I had been in a rotten mood at the time. Artie had come home late and I didn't believe his excuses. Ernie, Ernie, we mustn't do this. I should pull his mouth off my nipple and jump out of bed. We would talk quietly; I would explain it all to him, and leave him to masturbate that beautiful piece of meat. He would have no. I could hear Little Missy huffing and puffing in the bedroom upstairs. After composing myself, I slowly walk up the stairs, with enough force to let her know I was coming and with each step I take her huffing and puffing gets softer and softer. As I reach the top of the steps I grab my cane, camoflagued on the skirting board at the top of the staircase and slowly peer through the bedroom, with Little Missy in sight.Half my body enters the bedroom (partially concealing the cane in my hand) as I. The ships broker met them at the airport. He took them to see the ship. They had forgotten how cold New England winters were. Ken had the broker stop at a department store and bought fleece lined snow suits for Pat, Clancy and himself.The ship needed a blasting and painting, her manifest indicated her engines had been re-built shortly before she was sold at auction four years before. A new generator was installed at that time. Ken asked what the lowest dollar amount the owners would take for.