The woman was blond, and busty and cute in a way that made Christy feel like a little girl. “He said your boss kept talking about hiring another wai...ress.”“How do you know Bobby?” asked Jill, sitting down.“He ... um ... he did some work for me,” said Christy, blushing.Jill’s gaze was level for a few seconds. She saw in Christy, the same thing that Christy had heard in her voice.“I see,” she said. “He kind of gets under your skin, doesn’t he?”Christy blushed harder.“Nevermind that,” said Jill,. It was 1530 as we passed the cardinal buoy marking the division between Walton Channel and Hamford Water, passing it to our port.“If you’ll take over, I’ll deal with the anchor,” I said.She nodded, and I went forward and began the grubby and laborious process of heaving anchor chain up from the locker. The rule is three times the depth for light winds, five times or more for holding in strong winds. Please note, three to five times the maximum depth at high water! I wanted to be quite sure and. "They both laughed, he noting her body language indicated she was now more relaxed."All right Eric, if you'll call me Tammy." Great. Okay Tammy, ready?"She nodded, her all American girl smile accentuating both her loveliness and innocence.The first few minutes were spent in his asking rather mundane questions about how long she had been married (two years), where they had lived previously (they had never lived anywhere else), whether she worked outside the home (no) and other such questions. We parked our cans of Soda on a table and went to the area in the basement that was cleared for dancing.I fumbled to hold her in a classic dance embrace, but Gail would have no part of it. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me to her, and started to move. I began to sway with my arms dangling at my sides, but Gail slid her hands down my arms and pulled them around her.When she replaced her arm around my neck, she once again pulled me to her. Our dance was more of an extended hug set.