The skills I grew up with had not been lost these many years; when I took my turn with the sails the sailors stopped laughing. Though none of us could...do much, we were trying and that was important. Days passed, days of howling winds and towering seas. We lost all track of time or place. There were only the sails, the tiller, the sweeps, and the buckets as we bailed.The storm abated finally, as all storms do, and we fetched up on an island far to the south of our destination. We few survivors,. I’d need cold weather gear.I read somewhere, can’t remember where exactly, that what sustains us are friends who love us and who show us their love, who share our pain when we are in pain.By that measure Sofía and Javier and I were friends, no matter how recently we’d met. It’s true our friendship was a temporary one, it had always been certain I would leave some day, but we’d made the most of the time we had. I admit I’d thought more than once early on that Sofía and I might have a. " AsMark was doing that, his wife doused his hair with shampoo. He had towash himself and work the shampoo into his hair at the same time, giving acomical performance. Both the cleansers smelled overpoweringly strong.He was going to reek of those awful concoctions. They made him wash andshampoo thoroughly. He had to pay special attention to his most intimateareas. When Mark washed his genitals he couldn't prevent getting anerection. That provoked cruel remarks about how small he was down. Joshua will surprise you with how much he can eat."I then told her about our meeting with Doug. "He went on about everything from our arriving late, to my not wanting to fuck his friend. All the time he was telling John how I was letting him down, he was shoveling food into his mouth. After about fifteen minutes, John had heard enough, and Doug is so dense he'll never know why we walked out on him." Did you call Dora back?" Wanda asked, like she'd lost interest in Doug.I had to admit that I.