“You’reclose,” I said, “just a little higher.”“I’m almost ready for lunch,” I said as the probingfinge... was almost there.After two days on the shore and I-don’t-know how manydouble teams and single couplings, many of them prettyfrantic, I got to work on Monday with some sunburn anda sore pussy. There was a note on my computer, and Iwent to see the boss.“Um,” he said, “you sure look good.” I was wearing mybackless. Keep going or go back. The question is open for discussion.”“Ooo ... you’re serious.”“I am ... forward or back. What say you?”Arguments were presented on both sides of the question. Debate went on for most of the morning. In the end it was decided to get out of South.Wellington is a little more than 100 nautical miles from Kaikoura. Until rounding Cape Campbell there is Zero shelter from storms or possible tsunami ... even after Campbell it would be open water anchorage on a possible lee. ‘What’s all that about?’ ‘Probably a problem with the latest boyfriend. She gets a bit huffy every now and again.’ Si bent his lips to mine once more, and we were engrossed in a French kiss when the kitchen door opened. ‘Pardon me!’ said Fliss. She stood in the doorway, light from the hall spilling over her shoulders, framing her copper-blonde hair as she stood, shorter than earlier, barefoot in a nightshirt. Her eyes were swollen, obviously from crying, and she went, downcast, to the cupboard. She still wasn't home when I crawled into bed at ten-thirty. I woke up when she came in the house and slammed the front door and I looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was just after midnight. She wasn't all that quiet which told me that she wanted me awake and aware of the time. I was sitting up in bed with the bedside table lamp on when she came into the bedroom. She saw me sitting there and she gave me what I can only describe as a smirk. She didn't say a word as she undressed and put.