" Oh, she won't be out for a hour at least," I said, "you could take me if you want." I held my breath, Debs will kill me later, but I had to ask."Sur... why not," he smiled brightly at me.We arrived at this dingy warehouse, but upstairs was laid out as a large studio."Here have one of these," he held out a red pill, "make you relax." Sure," I said, not wanting to appear un-cool. I was introduced to Kevin the photographer, who looked me up and down and smiled."Very nice love," he said, "Love the. .. and we were. Provisioning took the rest of two days. Re-rigging the mast and standing rigging and fine tuning the rig fleshed out the week.The Baltic cabinetmaker was a great deal of help with the rig tuning.I paid.The dockyard apologized for the miscue ... they were used to the donkey failing at the worst possible times.None of the new cabin wood was veneer over ply so there wasn't any delamination. The smell did hang around for a couple of days ... we slept in the cockpit. Sailing out in. Do I need to ask how it went with you?”Lucy smiles and giggles a little. “I’ve never been better and it went fabulous. Did you miss me?”“Yes,” Brea says exaggeratedly. “It’s was absolutely boring being all alone. I did some swimming and walking on the beach and I had to fight off so many boys.”“Maybe you should have gotten you some,” Lucy teases.“Mom!” Brea shouts. “I don’t want any of those boys.” She grins and tries to hide it, but Lucy catches it.“What happened?” Lucy asks.“Not much, except. “Oh really, you’re using your free time to grade papers are you?” Mrs. White asked putting one of her hands down his pants. “Oh, my god!” was all Alexia could think, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This was the kind of sex scandal that could get both of them fired, and there she was, stuck watching them, unable to go or do anything.“Oh, Mrs. White, as much as I’d love to stay and play, you and I both know I really do have to grade essays.” Mr. Porter said, taking Mrs. White’s hand.