An old man, a retired fisherman and whaler, saw all this from the wharf.He cursed his helplessness, and he resolved that, however he had to do it,he w...uld bring at least some of these wicked sirens to justice. He knew thatmermaids were dangerous adversaries, and he blessed what he once had thoughta great misfortune: he had absolutely nothing to lose. (He had no children,and his wife had died years before.) As soon as the spell of immobility had passed, he hiked inland to the hillcountry, where. The swimming pool had been dug out and scrubbed, the drain pipe cleaned as far as possible. There were cracks in the concrete of the pool, but the walls were still plumb.The pool contractor came, made some tests. "It's crazy, but the drain and other piping seems to be okay. You'll have to Gunnite or epoxy the inside to seal it, but once you do that, you just need to replace the pump, heater and filter. I'll give you an estimate."Above Still Waters Graphics, the loft apartment became vacant.. I could tell he was thinking to himself and after a couple seconds he walked up to the window and closed the make-shift curtain. He did the same to the other side and put a crate over the ladder entrance. Yeah I can show you, he said, but you cant tell anyone. I dont want people to think Im gay or anything. Fine, I said. Mario started by telling me we had to take our clothes off in order to be comfortable while doing it. He pulled off his sweatshirt and pulled his shirt off too and threw them. We were only a couple feet apart, having gotten past the social distancing rules once we’d tacitly figured out that we’d been sharing germs already, by way of our children. Our sixteen-year old children who were probably upstairs fucking at this very moment.“What was it like?” she asked.I thought about it and said, “It was pretty great, actually. He was using my laptop and I walked into the room. He was masturbating and I saw what he was looking at… and he stood up. He kept stroking his… penis….