Oops sorry!(jan) My virgin eyes! Ohhhhhhhh!(Bashful) :)(Julie) My secrets are either mundane or not suitable!(*Anne-Mal) Now that the bug has bit you,...would you give up writing ever?(Julie) I don't think I can(Bashful) Well, you did Anne. :)(*Anne-Mal) Nope, just have so little time!(jan) She's too busy moderating and editing chats! (Keeping her sister Wendy in line!) *Smirgle*(Bashful) She needs to spend a LOT more time on Wendy!(jan) LOL (*Anne-Mal) I don't think so Bash, I heard about the. " Avoid heavy lifting. I expected that. But I won't look for another skipper." Oh..." I chewed that over for a bit as I chewed a bite of flapjack and washed it down with a mouthful of – very welcome – coffee."What's the matter, Ted?" I..." I rested my elbows on the table and bent my head so my face was resting in my hands. How could I put into words what I was feeling?"Tell me, Ted." I can't fulfil my contract with you. I'll ... refund most of the charter fee." Is that what's bothering you?. The conversation shifted too. I asked him if he worked out, since his torso seemed well defined through his t-shirt. "Yes," he replied, "twice a week at the gym and three other days running. I'm up to ten miles a week."I replied, "I walk a lot, I enjoy the trails at the county park." He paused then said, "I thought so. Your legs are very muscular." We both took a swig of our beers, then I made my move. "Let me know if I'm out of line, but I think you're a good looking guy."Al looked me. The crowds increased and began to encroach on the area in front the dais. Cross formed his men up in two ranks about one hundred yards forward of the dais, but his force only extended the width of about a hundred paces. The men stood at ease, with their bayonets in scabbards.It was then I heard the sounds of an approaching band, and a procession, similar to the one I had seen at St Peter’s Field in Manchester, came marching along Colmore Row.First came the brass band, dressed in a mishmash of.