I could not possibly say?” I said.“Yup ... like that,” Ken agreed. “Now ... tell me about the refit.”For the most part, I was satisfied. No ...eaks, no poorly running lines, diesel engine was good, genset might be a trifle light and a second set of tools would be good. All in all the boat was better than new ... and quiet under sail. None of the common complaints ... noise ... banging of halyards or the slap of loose whatever. We had had no problems sleeping under autopilot ... although the. I hit another button and found that it was early Monday morning. Somehow, I wasn't surprised that a trip that had taken my father and I a few days, we made in one. Not needing bathroom breaks, food or sleep can make a trip a lot shorter.I sat up and switched on the lamp, wincing from the sudden light and muscles long since gone stiff. I was still wearing Josephine's clothes, which had become twisted in my sleep and I smelled, very faint now, the perfume she'd sprayed on me.Taking a look around. A taught blonde women stood next to a young Asian woman who undressed next to a buff black man who chatted quietly with a man next to him that looked like the famous statue of David. The same music from the lobby pumped through the walls. The air was heavy and moist.Alexis led the couple over to an empty row of lockers. She explained that while the changing room was co-ed, the bathing facilities were, she hesitated...separated. Without out a hint of shyness she began to take off her track pants. I walked back to my desk having retrieved what I wanted from on top of the filing cabinet. “stand” she obeyed, “lift up your skirt I want to see if you remembered all of it” she did willingly exposing dark stocking clad legs with deliciously pale creamy thighs above, suspenders, some dark blue satin and lace knickers with a suspiciously darker patch in the front, I think she was enjoying the anticipation or the vibrations on the train were more intense that I had ever remembered. “you did –.