“Noah!,” He roared, “I’m about to start the rain! Where is the ark?” “Forgive me, Lord,” begged Noah, “but things have changed.”“I...needed a building permit.”“I’ve been arguing with the boat inspector About the need for a sprinkler system.”“My neighbors claim that I’ve violated the Neighborhood by-laws by building the ark in my Back yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had to Go to the local Planning Committee for a decision.”“Then the local Council and the electric company demanded A. It was in such rough shape, the owners didn’t think it was worth much. I knew better. Despite the fact that there were bittersweet vines growing through the hull I knew it was worth restoring. I spent the better part of five years restoring it to its former glory. It was now valued at $250K, not that I would ever dream of selling it. As nice as the boat is, the berthing under the forward deck is rudimentary and cramped. The boat isn’t really meant for overnighting, except in a pinch. There is. Once again you let the sound of Her breathing calm you into sleep. Morning comes and with it the realization that you've slept in Her bed. Nothing could please you more, short of pleasing Her more that is. It's Saturday, Her day off, and as you look at the clock you realize you've woken yourself up early. A little gift you've unconsciously given yourself, you just stare at Her beauty, so thankful that She found you deserving to be Hers. Etching in every minute detail of her wondrous face. Carol caught her breath very quickly and reloaded her two guns. She insisted on following me as I went after the SUV blocking our rear while Bill and Gail took care of the one blocking our front. What the hell, I could hardly argue with the hero of the day, so I waved her on.There did not seem to be much opposition at the rear SUV. Two men were crouching down behind the vehicle's rear bumper and looking damned scared. Carol and I worked our way behind them and fired our Uzis at the same time..