I passed the pipe.Chuck hit it ... nowhere as hard as I did ... but sufficient. He was watching me. I let out a nearly invisible stream of air ... not...ing wasted.“Great hit, mom. As heavy as you hit it I expected coughing.”“Hey ... no Bogarting ... pass the pipe.”After a few rounds we reached the dottle ... no smoke. He took out the poker and cleaned the bowl, put the brass rod away and looked.“Nope ... plenty, Chuck.”Amazing ... pot had come so far. Prior to this my most memorable high had. Suddenly, a large black and white monster rose out of the deep, and tore off half the fish with one bite. Then, it disappeared back into the deep blue water. Charlie dove back into the boat as everyone screamed. He got up and yelled, ‘Get my fish in, before that bastard eats the rest of it. The winch operator was a half second faster than the orca. He swung the tuna clear of the gunwales, as the great black and white shape appeared again, looking for the remainder of his meal. Charlie got back. The faces are of people he has never met, but they seemed familiar to him. The faces faded and red tinged lightning streaked across the dark, the sound of thunder echoed like gunshots, and then all was still once more. Suddenly out of the pitch black came two blue eyes that burned with a strange inner light that was terrifying to look at, but he was drawn to them. As the eyes came closer a sound can be heard, it was a low mocking laughter that grew louder and louder until it was almost. At first you played with my nipples and pinched them. About this time, you noticed a dirt road and told me to turn there. I said, ‘OK’. Opps, not the right response. You reminded me that I am to say, ‘Yes, Master’ by briefly tightening the chain around my neck. That worked well as a reminder I might add. All the time you are doing this I noticed you were taking your time, not in any hurry to stop driving or get me all tied up. You were drawing out the capture phase. And all the while I was.