On the Kingston it wasn’t simply about the crossing, it was an experience unlike anything you might imagine. It was like being back in the 18th cent...ry. When passengers drove off the ferry, they’d experienced something they’d talk about for some time. I understood why Kate had kept this ferry after her father died and I soon made my decision. “Yes, Kate, the answer’s yes. I would love the opportunity to work on this lovely ferry and get to know you better and become someone I can be proud of.”. I lived with dad, as mum left home, when I was eight, and almost overnight I grew up and became the woman of the home, and rummaging through mothers things, found a stash of sex toys, which dad suggested I keep, as I would need them, 'You have your mothers fucking sex drive, you will bankrupt me buying batteries'.I was eight when he said that, and of course I was clueless as to what he meant, he was an angry man when she just uprooted and walked away, but now, that I know what he said now was. A tall glass of very chocolatymilk can send that craving back to wherever cravings come from. Doesanybody really know where that is? There's only one perfect way to make a glass of chocolate milk. First,it has to be in a glass container. Be it a cup, mug, tankard, orwhatever, it must be made of glass. In a perfect world, it would bechilled as well, but that takes planning. As a late night cravingsatisfier, I had to skip the chilled part... darn it. Next, you have to gather your ingredients.. This is just their beach house.” He held the door open for her and she stepped inside to take it all in. The house’s interior was just as minimalist and white as it was outside. Cass watched Javier’s perfectly muscled ass and powerful thighs as he retreated to the kitchen. While he got the drinks, she took in the whitewashed floors, the giant white shells that sat at the center of the driftwood table, and the Eames chair in the living room. She walked over to the chair, caressing the buttery.