Uh ... wet, I guess." Gregg wanted to wax poetic or philosophic about the sea, the sand, and the surf, but he held his tongue. Despite Heather and Emi...y's affections, Gregg was still pretty shy. Their presence calmed him and he wished either of them was there with him ... for more than one reason. Just the thought of them started things growing and with his bathing suit clinging to him like a second skin, he made a hasty retreat into Heather's cabin before he showed off too much. 'Too late, '. I have about a dozen stories that I’ve started, but never got fired up over, so they sit in a file somewhere and will likely never see the light of day. I kept coming back to this scenario, however, and each time I did, the more it intrigued me. With the exception of the El Paso story, I’ve never really done a period piece, and I liked the idea of writing a romance that arose out of this particular period. The stark contrast of love blossoming on the streets of Paris, amid the absolute horror. That was the result of the K5 and boathouse alliding...Alliding: nautical term for contact between a moving object and a stationary object. Colliding: contact between two or more moving objects.There were saws in need of sharpening and the tools to do the job. Chisels, moulding molding planes, hammers, broken pulleys, a table saw that must have come from a place with an overhead jackshaft ... general crap and three sleeping bags that could have only been from the Second World War.Where does. ‘Well, I hope that helps you through your hike.’ They took the hint and began to move slowly away. As they move to the edge of the clearing, Nan waved at them. ‘Bill, Jim. I hope that was a nice treat.’ She waved too vigorously and one breast popped out and jiggled enticingly on top of her arm. ‘Oh, my.’ She turned her back slowly and then pulled the tank top over her head and down to her waist. ‘Well, I think you made their day, month, maybe even year. Weren’t you worried that they might try.