Calling Shag, Shag, Shag” A joke to call the lead boat Shag, I suspected. “We seem to be dragging, over”I waited and then heard. “Puffin, Puff...n, Puffin. This is Arctic Tern, Arctic Tern, Arctic Tern” This was Haddock’s boat, he had one crew his wife, who always struck me as a natural sitting-on-the-bench, looking-at-the sea type. “We are also dragging, proposing to ship out of here. Shag, Shag, Shag. Are you receiving? Over”“This is Shag, Shag, Shag. Your anchors should hold, suggest you. Nookie was a knock out, a smaller version of Sable body wise and sexier, another bowling ball smuggler and her legs were just as big as Sables' and she's 30lbs lighter Where Sable is more like a bodybuilder, Nookie is more like gymnast as the two recent customers would testify . Sable sneered as they keep thanking her and tipping her twice her price. Sable hates men , and she wanted Nookie all to herself. She got a taste of Nookie when she did a girl on girl thing for a client, Sable was. ’ Cyndi had a hunch where Sean’s problem was and after just a couple of hours she’d helped him find and correct it as well as a couple of other errors that hadn’t even been discovered yet. She took full advantage of the situation and told Sean that he was just too close to his work right now and that he needed to get away to recharge his batteries. Sean hated to admit it but she was right, he was also a little embarrassed about how obvious the mistakes were to Cyndi. It didn’t bother him that. He thought of leaving, but this was too hot to pass up, even with a little false advertising. He stepped inside and looked around. It was a typical room, 1 bed, with two nightstands opposite the pillows. Across from the bed was the dresser, with a tv above it. Right in front of him was the door to the washroom he presumed. There were also clothes strewn about, but what puzzled him was that were 3 suitcases. How could 1 woman pack so heavy? ‘so would you like to fuck me?” she asked, running her.