“Hey, Rick,” I said. “How are things at home?”“OK,” he said. “I just called to give you your daily ration of shit.”“I’m already ta...ing it so you missed your shot,” I told him.“Too bad,” he said. “Can you hook up to a computer?”“Give me a second,” I said. “OK, what am I looking for?”“Go to TravisRocks.com,” he told me.“Oh fuck,” I muttered.“Pretty cool, huh?” Rick said. Liz must have seen me put my head in my hands because she materialized at my shoulder.“Oh, hey!” she said, reading the screen.. We'll go slowly, and if you get dizzy, you can take a break. And trust me, there's enough makeup around this place to sink a battleship — at least that's what Jeff says," she laughed. "As pretty as you are, we'll have you looking fabulous in no time."Turcott giggled a little. "Okay, I'll try," she said as she got to her feet, a little wobbly, but they got her into the wheel chair and headed for the shower.Later, Jeff, Dave and Deputy Goodman sat in the living room. Turcott was taking a nap. I slipped my hands around his neckand kissed him harder. I felt one of his hands slide up again, over myhip bone to my waist, then on and up, holding my breast. I could feelhis finger passing over my nipple through the cup of my top. His tonguewas in my mouth for a moment, then withdrawn. We broke the kiss and hewhispered in my ear, "You have such soft lips!"His hand found the ring of my zipper. Slowly he pulled it down to mywaist, sliding his hand inside. His finger tip slipping over my. He dodged about the small open cabin in a state of near panic; there must be somewhere he could hide? He began to sweat and thought about making back to the incinerator, when a board in the decking caught his eye. With bloodied torn fingernails he eventually lifted the board and was greeted by the putrid smell of stagnant water; no-one had lifted this in some time, there was just enough room to squeeze into the void between hull and decking, the fetid oily water lapping about his back as he.