And, I knew deep inside, my mother was still dead.I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, telling myself that it's not like I could have done anythi...g to help her. And I'm sure I said goodbye to her; somebody must have been operating this body for the last three years and he couldn't possibly have been that big a jerk not to have said goodbye to Mom before she died. It just wasn't me. I'd apparently gone through all of the stages of grieving already, and now I was going to have to do it. My mind quickly drifted back to last night I slipped my hand under thecover and across my chest the nipple reacted to the cold touch and afatty mound was behind it. Fuck it was not a dream after all. I neededsome coffee and to think.The day was one of the longest in my memory. Just after lunchtime theradio announced that the forecast rain had begun and all roads and schoolwould open for normal business in the morning. At least I would, get backto work but in truth that was the least of my. She could place a lobbed hand grenade on an enemy's deck at 300 yards with uncanny accuracy, and we had plenty of grenades! She was so formidable that we wanted to hold her back in deep reserve so that we could see just what the crew could do if they were on their own. After all, she couldn't sail on all four of the proposed patrol ships at the same time!The fourth day out from Ostia, we saw our first potential pirate. However, she ran from us before we could make a positive identification, and. 30. I have just had my breakfast, and the wife has left to take her mum out for the day. So, in just my shorts, I stroll down to my workshop. I plan to spend the day gardening, but first I need to water the plants on the bench by the workshop window. As I water I gaze into the gardens of the houses that back onto ours. Lucy, on the left, is also a keen gardener and she has a lovely plot, whilst Nicola and Graham on the right mainly have a lawn with a few shrubs. In the corner of my eye I am.