I worried that I might have a concussion, but there was nothing I could do about it until I got home and spent some time in bed.Charlotte had remained...calm after her initial fear for my health and getting control of the boat. She had done a great job of doing what was necessary to get us back to port. It was almost ninety minutes from when I came to until I guided her into the marina. I took the helm, now feeling I could manage despite the persistent headache. I motored slowly among the. " He's gone queer," she confided and she wandered away which pissed me off as I hated bints playing hard to get.We had a bit of a think, "Fucking queers need straightening out," 'Chalky' Blackburn announced suddenly."What's that Chalky?" I asked."Fucking tarts on the NHS for queers," Chalky said, "You ought to say about that at Council Johnno." What?" I asked."Make them screw tarts till they're cured," Al translated from complete bollocks to Al speak, "Sounds like a plan." On the NHS?" I. "Conventional anesthetics would have left you bruised and uncomfortable, but this technique reduces the physical trauma and leaves you with a pleasant post-hypnotic glow."Slowly, Margaret raised her head. A man was leaning over her, a distinguished-looking man in his mid-fifties. A name swam into her mind. "Doctor Calvin. That's who he is. He's going to fix me..." Pleasant," she murmured aloud. "Yeah." Now, what do you think of your new breasts?" Oh... oh my God." Realisation burst through. ’ I changed into modest pajamas and offered him a spare toothbrush. His only concession to comfort was removing his belt and his button down, leaving him in a t-shirt and chinos. He meant to be the complete gentleman, and I meant to allow that. But I woke into striped moonlight and found James was curled around me, his arm draped over my waist. He had evidently assumed this position in his sleep and was still sleeping. I caressed his arm, he stirred and pulled me closer. His hand fanned out.