Eventually he passed the rifle to me. I wanted to try it. I had been watching Graham impatiently as he missed shot after shot. I hadn’t thought that...there might be a reasonable explanation for his lack of success and I was sure that I could do better. ‘Here, Frederick, you try. I can’t hit a thing today.’ Graham took the shot-gun. I opened the breech of the rifle but my hands were frozen. I dropped a cartridge into the mud and lost sight of it. I kicked the mud about as I tried to find it. Well, one day, here I am walking the beach, being a chick magnet like always, when I see this here old dude sitting on a blanket under some umbrella. Like who comes to the beach, then hides out in the shade? Well, this old geezer is like, just sitting there admiring the babes, as if he could ever get any of them. Well, I notice that I'm beginning to burn a little, and I see that he has some sunblock, so I ask him, "Hey old dude. Mind If I borrow some of your block?" He said sure,. ' Meme took out a black tape measure with white markings and began taking all kinds of measurements. The measurements where much more detailed than anyone had taken from Lisa before. Who needs to know the diameter of your thigh? During this process Lisa took her dressing gown off and hung it up. 'That good, Jet always gets something made up to her size. Your in a good shape you know? I think I should be able to get something that'll fit right. Ill be back soon see ya.' With that Meme left. Lisa. “I need to try and sleep again,” she said. “We’re starting waterfront briefing at 6.”I nodded, “I guess I’ll see you at breakfast then.”“Goodnight,” she said as she stood up and walked towards the door.“Goodnight,” I echoed.My eyes tracked her, falling on her ass for a moment. Even in the dark, I could tell how nice it was. I looked back up the sky, her yawn infecting me. I eventually made my way back up the stairs and to bed myself.The next morning, I met up with Charles after breakfast, one.