I thought I had lost them, but then I remembered setting them down on the sink when I went to the bathroom. Turning back towards the bar, I realized t...at I have had too much to drink.As I reached the door the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol hit me, it took me awhile to focus my eyes. I made my way straight to the bathroom and there were my keys just where I had left them. I grabbed them looking at myself in the mirror, thinking how silly I was for drinking so much as I had a fight with my. My life as a reporter was as unpredictable as hers and we’d met when I’d covered a night on duty with her squad. Our attraction had been immediate and the ensuing tempestuous romance had never really calmed. We both felt that maybe not living together helped sustain that and, so far, it had worked. Neither resented cancellations and disappointments because we both understood.One of Karen’s friends in the force was the Chief Constable’s personal assistant, Sharon, and they often shared secrets. . a 'dead run'. In the trades, with a reliable wind from almost dead astern, the best thing to do is drop the mainsail and make the rig as near to a square rig as possible. With a cutter like Farsight, there are two fore sails; a staysail and a jib and with aluminium or carbon-fibre poles, they can be set one each side, like wings.On a sloop, with only one staysail, an alternative is a spinnaker, but single-handed that's rather a lot of work. (A spinnaker being a large, light sail a little like. "Here it is," she said, holding it out for Amy."Where, mom?" Amy joked, pretending not to see it, and since it was made up of some string and a couple of tiny patches of cloth, there really was hardly anything to look at."I want to see it on you, mom," Amy said. "That's the only way you can tell whether a swimsuit does the job."There was mom, standing in front of the two of us, with the string bikini in her hand. What would she do now?"I'll be right back, hon, I'm going to slip it on," she.