My name is Alison Roberts I am a single mum with a 13 year old boy called Jason. I work part time in a local shop and have just had my 32nd birthday.I...haven’t had many relationships with men and to be honest I don’t really miss having a man around. We live in a nice house (bought by my parents) and even though I don’t earn much I am always ?borrowing? money from them so I lead a comfortable lifestyle.Jason is doing very well at school and apart from him having a ?best friend? I don’t really. The boat is a 90 feet long, three deck leviathan owned by my late father's friend Aaron. My father died in a freak accident six years ago when I was only twelve. He was driving his car on the road one night when he hit a deer that came crashing right into the car window, killing him instantly. Left were my mother Nina, my older sister Amber and myself. My father had run a traveling business with Aaron and back then. After the accident he bought the rest of the company which left us with plenty. On his way out, he called her, her voice filling with desire as he told her he’d be there soon, that enough was enough. The plane ride was intolerable. The seeming endless moment of being suspended between here and there, with no end in sight until finally the wheels touched the tarmac. The lengthy taxiing into the terminal took forever. The rain had followed him it seemed, delaying the arrival. Finally free, he walked down a familiar walkway towards the terminal exit, to find a cab to his. Here is your electronic speedometer with odometer and resettable trip meter. Here are your fuel gauge, oil pressure indicator lamp and engine diagnostic light.’ Spike spent the next two hours explaining every feature and the operating basics to Kim and Sal. ‘OK,’ Spike continued, ‘when Caitlin gets back, we’ll go for a little ride. I’ll ride up on behind one of you and Caitlin can ride up on behind the other.’ ‘You can ride with me, Spike,’ Sal insisted, ‘that Caitlin is too wacko for me.’ Kim.