A large man with long, grey mustaches stood just outside that door, drying out pint glasses with a rag. He looked to be in his fifties, and had an Eng...ish face. When David stepped into the room he glanced up and smiled. ‘Hiya.’ ‘Hiya,’ David said. ‘Am I too late for lunch?’ ‘Close, but you made it in time.’ The man nodded toward one of the tables. ‘There are menus there on the tables, if you’d like.’ David smiled and thanked the man, and picked a table to sit at. He skimmed over the menu and. .. I hear Bill let out a satisfied sigh ... yeah, I know where her hand is... Dash through the shower in the morning, get dressed, load up our bags and hit the local diner for breakfast, then it’s off to the marina.When we arrive, Carlita and Brindy are hauling things from their SUV, and the Gleason clan is coming up the road behind us.It’s a beautiful day, maybe twenty percent cloud cover, and a nice breeze, something I imagine to be a ‘plus’ for a sailboat.The boat in question is BIG. Carlita. “And impressive erections. And look what his tongue is doing to that woman while her man is holding her hand alongside her on the couch while the other one is sucking his cock. “Is that what you want baby? We both have a simple test for deciding and choosing our partners. Should I remind you?”“Yes, remind me,” she teases, knowing exactly what I am going to tell her.“Would you be comfortable receiving twenty-minutes of oral sex from that person, Sarah?,” I ask her as she looks at the pics. After all, eventually we may come to a place or time when an AI is not available to do the heavy lifting of getting us home. Or at least that was the logic Marissa used on the AI. I'm considered the least educated, and in some ways that is true, of all the members of Marissa's household.Anyway, since I was so demanding of an education now I have three hours of sleep-trainer sessions a day, then I spend another three hours writing out what was in my classes. Or at least doing exercises that help.