Somehow she always made me feel that way no matter what.Patti was real cute with long dark hair. She as about5’3″ with big standup tits an... nice slim ass. Her pussywas trimmed hairy since shaving was too much trouble andgot itchy. “It’s my pussy and I’ll decorate it the way Iwant. If a guy doesn’t like it he can take his peckerelsewhere.” She got hit on by some seniors who had cars and money.They would take her to stuff I couldn’t afford or gether. The sun was rising and Florence stirred slightly when she smelled something burning and then hissed leaping into a dark corner of the car. She patted her left dress sleeve and cursed then noticed Vincent lying there not moving and thought to herself “My little outburst should’ve woken him up or at least made him stir” So she threw the burnt sleeve at him nothing happened, so she called out to him even stomped the floor and nothing happened he lay there in the sunlight right hand resting over. There were thousands of miles of coastline compressed into a 100 by 180 mile area. You could throw out a net or a hook and easily catch dinner with no problem.I stopped and anchored anywhere I felt like doing so. Whenever I saw a local watching me do my thing I welcomed them aboard and we shared a beer or two. Life was easy and slow. I kept several half-pints of chicken hearts, gizzards and livers in my freezer for a constant supply of bait. I sat and fished off my nice, comfortable deck chair. The leader of Steven’s little band of knights stood behind him.“Well, who is a humble merchant to rebuff such a kind invitation?” said the man at the table. He rose from his chair and brushing Steven aside reached and embraced the knight. “Welcome to Zannopolis, brother.”The other knights in the band pulled up chairs and scuffled into places at the table as the innkeeper brought ale for them. Steven immediately began directing the placement of mugs, dishes, and platters of food on the table..