.Twenty one years since you began this journey known as life.At least that was what the blaring buzz from your desk top alarm told you. Glancing at th... offending piece of technology you grumble in annoyance, with all of these advances in human technology and people can't even figure out how to make a damned alarm sound more pleasant. With a quick lash of your hand you shut off the offending equipment, muttering in annoyance as you slowly sit up in your bed. Twenty one years old, attending. She was by anyone's standards, a paradigm of physical perfection, but she was cold and rarely yielded to love. Since she was obsessed with going to the gym, (with a pre-adolescent fantasy of becoming a supermodel,) she was very well toned, long legged, and hourglass shaped. Archie was head over heels for her and spent his allowance as often as he could to take her out on dates. Yet all he ever got from her was heated make-out sessions on Lover's Lane, or romantic car-park sites. Every date. Even as I was backing away from her I could see the desire in her eyes and hear it in her voice. Oh dear God what had I gotten myself into.This was not going to happen to me. What the hell was I thinking, life is not that bad. The prospect of death to end my misery didn’t seem right now that I was facing it head on. No, this was not for me. But she was so beautiful, her tall body with all of its assets doing its best to reel me in. Nothing doing, I was getting out of here. I took one. I've gained a delightful conversationalist with a wicked sense of humor, somebody who is comfortable everywhere we've been, somebody who meshed with my meager musical talents and actually had me on stage in front of a chamber orchestra in front of a real audience.And she thinks my boat, no, OUR boat, is a happy refuge. I always thought of the boat in terms of solitude before. Yes, I occasionally brought friends out, but since Jo came along, it's a place for the two of us to be.And right now I'm.