‘Great. I’ll take her out for a shakedown and then come back for supplies.’ An hour later I was satisfied the boat was in good condition and the...controls were serviceable. I had checked the lighting system, the fuel and water supply and the little propane fridge and stove for operation. Everything looked OK. The Yamaha outboard started on the first turn and the steering, throttle and transmission were free and positive. I was satisfied. I locked up after Pattie helped me dock and I drove to the. I think they figured they would never have children. Needless to say, I was a daddy's girl, through and through. My mother was a hard woman to love, and even harder to live with. She had a vicious temper and tended to self-medicate with alcohol a bit too much. My father, on the other hand, could do no wrong, in my eyes. When I was five, my dad changed jobs for health reasons, and his new job required him to be out of town during the week, leaving me home with my mother. She was very. The look of surprise and shock in her face was precious.“What are you doing?”, she demanded quietly.I grabbed her waist again, brought her close to me, and whispered into her ear, “WE”RE exploring tonight.”, emphasis on the “we’re”.“What? You know I’m not into other women!”, she protested, again quietly.“The way you looked at Sharon, and believe me, you were drooling, that point may very well be moot. Besides, it’ll be fun.” And with that, I guided her hand to the back of my pants and down to. "She handed me a small handwritten note and stuck it in my pocket. I took out the note and read it. The Black Garter it said, and gave an address."I'll be there." I stammered.She just smiled at me and walked back over to where she was standing before. I was starting to sweat from the excitement and electricity in the room. I needed air.I walked back to the front lobby and straight out the front door. I walked back out into the hot Chicago afternoon. I wandered the streets, as all eyes seemed to.