Perfect!Well, not too perfect but as good as she could think of. She fumbled in her handbag and found the bottle. ?What are you doing in there,? grunt...d the ogre peering into the cage.?This!? said Deborah hurling the bottle to the floor.It missed the ogre's feet but hit the floor anyway and shattered, showering its contents over the ogre's faithful dog as he sat by the fire trying to work out if it was worthwhile getting up now that a cinder was actually smouldering in his fur. To the dog's. But when the examiner pushed his finger up her asshole and wiggled it, he began to look puzzled and to wiggle it even more vigorously. The poor woman was beside herself with embarrassment and could be heard gasping and moaning softly. He pulled his fingers out and asked his assistant to try; the man did so, without a glove on in his case, and he took looked puzzled as they conferred. The examiner said something quietly to a young policewoman, and they helped Mrs Armitage off the table. She led. I know the suit will keep me alive for days in 50 degree F water.Boiling up on deck, the crew swarmed me.“Everybody here?”There was a quick count along with assorted versions of, “What the fuck?” A quick point portside settled that. Sure, they weren’t moving fast but the three waterspouts snaking across the black storm front were heading our way.One problem with catamarans is their shallow draft ... another is the hollow between the hulls.The shallow draft means there’s not a lot of wetted area. Darcy winked at Tilly, as he was sure he knew why they wanted to go home. She told the others and they were relieved. Their home wasn’t that far away now they had the trikes so the crew said they might as well fix that bit of road on the way.The boys managed to get away not long after lunch. Darcy had little trouble dropping the road across the valley and they made good time. They took a bit longer as they needed to widen and stabilise several passes in the mountain range before crossing over.