I love you.”“Love you two,” I said.“Me too,” Mandy inserted.The call ended.“Okay, crew,” I asked them, “Anything we need to do before ...e get underway?”“Nope,” they both agreed. “We can leave right now.”It’s that easy – start the engine, weigh anchor, ease out of the port area into deeper water, then set a course for home. Once the lights from shore settle below the horizon behind us, it’s a simple and well-understood routine.“And we’re away from all the eyeballs,” Bink said. “Clothes...”She and. She wasn't especially attractive. A bit dumpy, in her thirties, with shoulder-length black hair. She was wearing blue jeans and a red t-shirt,She invited me into her cluttered living room. I sat on the couch, and she at a table with a computer. We made small talk for a few minutes, then, gesturing with my hands, I offered the massage.Dierdre smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask."I stood behind her and gently massaged her shoulders and neck. After several minutes, I 'accidentally' slipped. I grasped the intent immediately seeing that they were makeshift snowshoes to allow the wearer to move over snow-laden terrain.We could see the snow up on the mountain with our naked eyes.I remembered freezing my ass off in a place just north of the 38th parallel and often landing on my back with the weight of my backpack. Trying to stand up became a losing proposition what with the snow and the ice. I suspected we were in for a taste of that right here in the good old USA.Our unit normally. I make my way through the lounge towards the large back room. This has become our place, and I know you’ll be there waiting for me… I make my way to the small bar in this room and see you from behind, your golden hair cascading down your back. I weave through the crowd, hugging and saying hi to our friends as I walk towards you. Time seems to move in slow motion as person after person stops to greet and talk to me, stopping me from getting to the one person who I’m really there to see. I.