”Joey said, “I think we’ve had enough space already. Tim, I really miss you. If I didn’t have Brad and John to lean on, I would have lost it b... now.”I said without looking at him, “I miss you too. But I need to finish this. You’ll just be a distraction.”“And Eric isn’t?”“No, he isn’t.”“So, you’re not fucking them every night?”I looked at him and said angrily, “For your information, the only fucking I’ve been doing down there has been with college women, and most of them are lesbians.”Sheryl. We joined the rest of our team donning life vests and getting into the life rafts. Jeff and Rich had already told the crew that they were free to go anywhere that they wanted after we left the yacht. Mr. Black had already made arrangements for our pickup via a U.S. Naval Battle Group that was nearby. USS Abraham Lincoln Carrier Strike Group 9 sent the USS Street a destroyer to pick us up. We were quickly moved to the Abe Lincoln and put on a plane back to Virginia. Mr. Black was waiting for us. He cringed at how clear the audio was, how easily his voice could be identified. ‘But you know, there are a lot of pretty little blond girls, just like you, that can sing a church song just as good as you can. What can you show good old Denny Lay which no one else has shown him, honey?’ He cringed again at how obvious his come-on was. No way to claim it was all a mistake. But just to make sure the lid was hammered on nice and tight, sweet, petite, straight blond haired with those oh so cute. Chris and I actually grew up thinking we were cousins, yes cousins. Our mother died at birth and no one knew who our father was; my mother was only 17 at the time. We were adopted by separate family members. I was adopted by my Aunt Suzie and Chris by Uncle Jimmy. Back then I guess it was just easier that way. Chris and I only found out this secret a year ago when our grandmother passed away; we came across some old documents in her attic and here we are today. As cousins Chris and I.