Tyche was right. Before I knew it ... the wind shifted and we had to lower the main and roll up the jib start up both Perkins and start motoring. Agai...st a fairly strong current our fuel usage went sky high. We made it as far as Hudsonville before we had to hit a diesel dock.“Help you?”“Fill her up please.“Interesting flag,” it was more a question than a statement.“New Zealand.”“Really ... you’re flying a Fed A courtesy flag so I assume you’re checked in. Where you heading?”“Ottawa.”“Nope .... I'm sorry," I apologise, stroking her arm in an attempt to comfort her."It's not your fault," she sobs."No, it definitely is. I put him in a bad mood originally." Only because I opened my mouth and told him about what happened." It's still not your fault. It's entirely mine for giving him a tonne of stress this week. Anyway, did you want to choose a CD?" I say, trying to cheer her up.The tears and sobs gradually stop as she calms down."I get to choose the music?" she sniffs."Yes. Now be. ”Mr. Malenkov nodded, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile. Suddenly, I felt VERY uncomfortable. If he was implying what I thought he was implying, it was a deal I wasn’t prepared to make. I glanced over at Katy who looked as if she might explode, which made it clear she understood her dad the same way I did. Our next private conversation was going to be VERY interesting.That opportunity came when, after we helped with the dishes, Katy told her parents we were going for a. Most of the women in the party only talked about soap operas and makeup. Savita wanted people who talked about business or something even more important, sex!Meanwhile, Bharat had a surprise for Ashok. He directed Ashok to a bedroom on the top floor of the house far away from all the chit-chatting women at the party.“I saw that slut blowing you yesterday in your car, you dog,” Bharat whispered, slapping on Ashok’s shoulder. Bharat had arranged a prostitute for Ashok to congratulate him for.