Johnmight be upset that she had the diary, but he would want to keep thediary with him.Francine marched out of the room like a soldier entering the he...t ofbattle. She was scared, she was nervous, but she would meet fate head onand damn the consequences. She would make it out to her car and reach herson while there was still time.-2-Francine parked in front of the red brick building and made her way tothe side entrance. She knew her son would be there and hoped no one wouldstand in her way. She. .. and, for that matter ... all the reasonably remote islands keep a stockpile of replacement parts and pieces, just in case.”“They got better engines ... free.” You might say I pouted. “New Zealand didn’t do that for me.”“You volunteered ... they were drafted.”“Ah.”“While they were at it, the boat got all new electronics.”“Mil Spec?”“Mil Spec.”“They can talk to me?”“They could if you had your radios upgraded.” Jingleheimer said. “Your boat is old. Everything is analog. You don’t have forward. Soon it started feeling quite good, but not good enough to make me cum. I rubbed my clit while fingering my wet pussy, but it also didn’t work. After working hard to get myself a nice orgasm, I needed a glass of water. My son was asleep, so I went into the kitchen, naked. I grabbed a bottle of water from refrigerator, and suddenly something occurred to me. I had some water, put the bottle back into the refrigerator, and then grabbed an ice cube. I stood there near the refrigerator, and. Sort of.He seemed like a decent man. Sort of serious, quiet, but not somber. He'd laughed with me a few times, joked a bit here and there. I wondered what his house was like and if I'd be comfortable there. Would we get along or would we drive each other nuts? Why had he volunteered to take me home with him? Did he feel sorry for me or was it more an obligation because he'd turned me into a wolf? It was all too much to worry about so I tried to tune it out and look at the countryside.We were on.