”“Surely it’s old hat to you?”“Never.”She lowered her right hand to her waist and reached inside, staring at my crotch as I stared at her ...reasts. In response, I reached down to fondle myself and she nodded briefly as I began stroking. Soon her hand was moving vigorously inside her skirt, her breath quickening in pace with my own stroke. I stared at her breasts jiggling for me as the squishing of her fingers inside her became louder. My gaze passed from her breasts to her lust-filled eyes and. He pulled it out, ripped off the condom and looked kind of sheepish, shyeven. I said "man that was nice, we should do that again. Can you get itup ?"He didn't say anything back, just looked kind of blissed out. Oh Well, Ithought to myself.I began to rearrange and clean myself, after a bit, I was ready to get outof the booth.I wrote down his info and then handed him my card (phone and email). Ionly give it to guys I would mind seeing again. I send out emails notifying"my list", when and where I. She smiled at the younger woman."No need to say any more, Anne! But he's not himself right now, I think. I believe he's re-entering the depression he felt when Caron died. It'll be about a year — yes, it's the anniversary on November the eleventh."Anne looked stricken. "I'd forgotten. Actually, I'm not even sure I knew the date, anyway, but it was this time of year, wasn't it?" Yes, it was Remembrance Day last year. It's going to be really difficult for Stan this year, Anne. Everyone is going. But the reality is that, we live on our 109-foot ocean-going tug. My wife calls it “Pegasus.” I told Maria that the tug was too ugly to be named after a legendary flying horse. But Greek Mythology doesn’t feature any flying hippopotamus’s. So, Maria’s choice won.The tug is also the source of my name. I have a real name. But, after I bought my boat, the people on Bimini started calling me “The Tugboat Man.” That quickly got shortened to “Tug.”Falling deeply in love with Maria was a surprising.