. just get that monster in the bag.The diesel fired up and we began a slow turn into the wind. I was stuffing the main into the bag as fast as I could... I had the halliard in hand and clipped to the mast, and loosed the roller furling. There was still a scrap of jib out of the roller furling when the first wave hit. The crash and shatter of the teapot and several mugs told me whoever made tea didn't secure before they hit the rack. There were interesting noises when I pitched the mainsail bag. They didn’t teach things like that at the school thirty miles away, least not on the days I was there. My parents had the bedroom at the other end of the three bedroom house, but it shared a wall with mine. The house was so old that some of the doors didn’t fit just right anymore, theirs was one of them. It had a gap about an inch wide and gave a good view of the queen size bed. I knew Momma was younger than Papa by quite a few years but wasn’t sure just how many at the time. Papa wasn’t a very. He sat with his face hung low, but it was the spreading damp patch on his upper pants, that told me what these charlatans, are all about.Sex is power and good looking girls desired by men have it all in their grasp.I have felt men's eyes all over my body and imagined what they were thinking and that turned me on big time.On an anniversary trip in the 'Orient Express' I sat opposite a group of elderly gentlemen, drinking and play cards. I noticed one older man's eyes, oscillating from my legs to. Mom fed my casts through the sleeves of a triple-x-large dress shirt. It was still tight, getting the sleeve holes to reach my fingers, but they were determined. And it was cool. For the first time in weeks, I felt dressed. The special clothes that we ordered always looked extra weird. I was glad Mom got creative. Em even got a sock on my left foot and laced my Keds over it. I had a boot sock over the toes on my right foot so they wouldn’t get cold. Dad got me in my chair and rolled me out the.