I'd been burned enough. I was out of the fishing business.I didn't know what the hell to do with myself. I'd been fishing for a living since I was old...enough to stand on a ship's deck. I did know one thing--I wasn't going to live with some noisy stomping bastard living on my ceiling, an alcoholic chick on the dole with a screaming baby or four screaming pre-teen brats trying to kill each other next door. I took my checkbooks, my bad attitude and my zimmer frame shopping for a new boat.I checked. " I can help you with that; I'll be right up. Are you in the study?" Yes."She hung up the phone.A short time later, the door opened and in stepped a very wet MaryAnn."Sorry, I was in the middle of my workout."She went to the other desk, pulled out a set of keys from the middle drawer, walked over to one of the cabinets, unlocked it and took out an envelope. She examined its contents, pulled out a credit card and handed it to me."Whenever you have to make arrangements use this card."As she. M. ‘Tell me,’ you say, breaking the silence, ‘what you most want. Not for anyone else – just for yourself.’ My inhibitions lulled by the spirits, I blurt, ‘I want to kiss you. And I want to touch you. And I want to taste you.’ Instantly, I am certain I’ve just thoroughly and irreparably fucked up our precious friendship. Time stops. You are staring at me, seemingly stunned. I am paralyzed – like a deer in the headlights. In the kind of slow motion you only see in movies, we draw closer to one. I grin looking around to see if anyone was around. I walk up to her, caressing my hands over her body grabbing her nice round ass and full perky tits. After hearing her mumble and slobber all over the place I firmly grab her chin and say calm down this won’t hurt one bit. I slowly untie her. And then tie her wrists back together and lead her off back to my truck. Sticking her in the back seat, I laugh out loud and say slut you have no idea what’s coming to you. Her weak attempts at trying to.