I didn't makeany sign that I knew him and he didn't either but I am not sure if hesaw me or even knew me this way from a distance. This was my last fu...lday here, having to leave tomorrow afternoon for home sadly. So Ifigured I am going to make the most of it. I got out my bikini again anddid some more tanning, this time staying awake but no one came by. I wasrelieved and disappointed at the same time but it was probably for thebest that no one else viewed me that way.That night, I wore light. Laymon caught the empty pint glass before it hit the floor. "Yoo got all theshe coffee — feckin' let'sh be honesht about it — dope shopsh and where are they?"The Irishman fixed them with a mad eye. Hutson sincerely hoped he wasn't about to throw up."Right nexsht to the canalsh that'sh where. Now who thought that wash a good idea? One too many drinksh and ... shploosh..." The Irishman mimed a diving motion with his hand and nearly fell off his chair. " ... down in the drink wi' yer. More than a. .. what do you think?”I pause for a second thinking about what I’m about to let myself in for“Yes Sir ... I guess so ... if that’s what you think.”“Stand by that desk Sandeman.” he points towards the waist level purpose made flight planning desk along the far wall, designed for aircrew’s to stand at and complete their pre flight planning paper work before they go flying.I march over to the flight planning desk and face the wall under the clock.“Pull your skirt up Sandeman.”“What Sir!” Shit, he. The sun had ducked behind the clouds; a chill was in the air. She talked about her ex-husband for almost an hour; he had actually checked the time. Here he was with his literal fantasy woman, and against his better instincts he found himself bored and annoyed. He struggled to find an excuse to leave. He no longer felt a desire to be social. He wanted to return to the comfortable default of unrealized grief, take his daughter back home and share a meal of comfort food together and turn on the TV.