A couple of my friends were what you could call "stupid drunk" and every other guy was headed that way, including me. We joked, laughed, danced, fell,...got back up and repeated all of it again. My head was spinning but I was really loving the Irish whiskey on the rocks that I was drinking. I have no Idea how many I had. By now, it was about 3am. My eyes were swimming all over the place but I could see the group was a bit smaller. Some of the couples had left already but James talked the others. I said I was going to try to get it and make it into usable land and sell it for many millions of dollars. His answer was, another dredge, maybe two, and several more hopper barges, bigger is better. It will cost us a bunch but islands are expensive pieces of dirt. I told him that people might start bitching about us sucking up a lot of dirt and sand so we were going to be good ole boys and dredge the new boat lanes to a minimum of about 14 feet and we would need a place to dump it. Between. ..I do look like Grandma Leeah!"I slowly turned my head around and smiled like I had seen her smile in the portrait. I couldn't believe how pretty I looked in the dress... or how much I resembled my ancient Great, Great, Great Grandma. I stood there looking for a moment...something was missing, then it dawned on me. "The broach!"Lifting up my skirts I glided across my room and began to search the bed, sure enough it was there. I gently lifted it up and tied its long white lace string behind my. But then Alex and I got serious — again.We lay there after a while, talking about the group, about school, other big-deal things."Mary? Thanks for hanging up your panties." You're welcome, but why?" I guess I was sort of feeling lonesome. Even in this great crowd we have together. Spending some time alone with you makes me realize how much I need someone, something to hang on to." You planning to 'hang on' to me?" No. That's not what I mean, exactly. Not a dependency. I mean, to have someone I.