I introduced her as my wife, she stayed at my side, joining in conversations, smiling dutifully at introductions, laughing at jokes.The next Monday at...work, I was subjected to an avalanche of questions and comments ranging from "Seriously! Sixteen?" to "Is she pregnant?" to "You old DOG!"And a few "She's quite sweet-looking."I sent her off to school with a sheaf of documentation as to her new marital status. Seeing her dressed for school in the morning before I headed out to the plant, well, it. Sea eagles soared high overhead, scouring the waters for a meal, as noisy gulls circled around the yacht, hoping for a free meal. With the breakfast done, the guests went back to picture taking with enthusiasm, everyone pointing out what to look at. ‘Coming up soon is Kilt Rock, it’s a grand sight for taking photos.’ Tavish told them, coming on deck at last, sipping a cup of hot tea, a bagel in his other hand. He had decided on having more rest and slept in the berth. ‘Tavish, nice of ye tae. Howard pays for your Botox to keep you young, pays for all those photoshoots.”She grinned to herself and giggled.“Don’t you think you’re a little old to be trying to kick start your modelling career again? Are you hoping to be a mature model now, Jo? Oh, but you are a little too old for Jean-Pierre though… Yes, I know all about Jean-Pierre. Those photoshoots shouldn’t be taking that long. I wonder if your husband knows. He doesn’t look like someone to mess about with. Would be terrible for him. But it was always in the context of some degree of relationship—never with a stranger. But, that day, I had no one with me. I was in a city I'd never been in. I knew no one and no one knew me. At eighteen, although I was sexually experienced, I had little in the way of real street-smarts. I couldn't see myself going into a bar and getting picked up. And I didn't know the city well enough to know how to really even get around.So, I went for a walk. To my surprise, I saw an adult bookstore about.