I haven’t any plans, actually. I’m very much in a ‘winging it’ phase these days. Just taking each day as it comes.’ ‘Remember that when yo... go in to see your mother,’ Angela said, her face returning to its serious mode. ‘We’re all taking it as each day comes now. Your mother no less than others.’ Promising to be along to Angela’s house in no more than an hour, Ally stood and waved the Mercedes off down the road—wondering what Angela was trying to convey to her about her mother. It didn’t take. She wanted to look away, but the sight of the young girl, clad only in skimpy bikini facing another situation in which she was defenseless and virtually at the mercy of her antagonist, brought Vickie's eyes back to the ring where, Yuki, at the insistent shouts from her corner, clumsily tried to swing at the much taller and heavier woman. For her efforts, the swing missed badly and the brunette counter punched with a jab to Yuki's cheek. The girl's head snapped back and she retreated, but to. She must have been having a really bad day. Lupe responded with her own cries of pain and rage. I thought it would be over pretty quickly. Jean had taken Lupe by surprise and also had a 20-pound weight advantage and a three inch height advantage on my guest. I valued my own physical safety so I didn't try to interfere. I did, however, station myself in front of the door. I wasn't going to allow Lupe to be thrown out half-naked.The next thing I heard was Jean's own cry of pain. She let go of. 17’E We are still anchored inside the calanque des contrebandiers, aka smuggler’s cove, effectively in another world yet only six miles from Marseilles. Liz is turning out to be a decent diver, both she and Carol are spending lots of time down there – two hours yesterday – while Ted remains preoccupied and sullen, for the second day running. We’re warped to limestone walls, some of the pitons we found are still secure, and we’ve been checking the ones we set a couple times a day. A late-season.