I stared at him, unsure what to do or say. He held out a hand, and helped me to sit up, making room for him on the couch next to me. The Jack Daniels...bottle was still on the coffee table in front of us, and I reached for it, taking a hearty swig. Sitting on the couch, the bottle on my lap, I looked at him. I had always been close to him, we had conversations that I hadn’t had with anyone before, and joked with each other relentlessly. A grin formed on my face as I thought about what I wanted. He could tell she was athletic but her skirt was too tight to reach up. They were getting sweaty and hot and he suggested they go to his place. She thought that she didn’t want to be somewhere she wasn’t familiar with and said, “No, let’s go to my place.” The ten minute drive seemed like forever. His hands on her knee and hers rubbing his hair behind his neck as she guided him to her house. He opened the door of his car for her and she let him open her house door. She could feel the wine go to. " Can I see it, uh, her? I'd love to take a boat ride." Of course, we'll go there when we're done. I don't think we want to try and take her out today. We won't have enough time but I promise you I'll take you out on her soon, maybe Monday if you want to go." OK, but what does your family owning a boat have to do with all this? I guess it means you aren't exactly poor. But still..." You haven't seen my boat." Tony mumbled."Tony, that's not a boat. That's a ship!"Rebecca was halfway down the. Anyway, what would happen to her after that? After, perhaps, I got sent up the following year to Ottawa? Would we then just abandon her?Life gets tedious, don't it?We had late-afternoon coffee at the apartment with Emmy and Patsy. Both of them had knocked off work early to accompany Eddie and me on the visit to The House. Obviously, Patsy had already been enlisted in the cause and, probably, was as eager as Emmy was for me to say the word -- to give the Big OK to the master plan.Pressure.Well,.