He swept sideways past Scooter's feet, made a wild grab for the lifeline that ran around the edge of the boat, and caught it with one hand. Scooter ma...e a strong stroke to straighten the raft out, let go of one oar, reached out and grabbed his life jacket, and by some combination of pure strength and adrenaline, helped by the boat's movement, the way the waves were working, and the customer's effort, her big heave brought him back onto the floor of the raft. She grabbed the free oar, stabilized. .yes. Something did happen.” I swallowed. She stroked my shaft and could tell there was an instant reaction by her words. My head swam, my Jill had never done anything that could be remotely described as straying or crossing any sort of line. This drunken admission was the first time anything like this had happened in all the years we had been married. I could feel my heart rate increase and my mouth went a little dry. “Tell me,” I stated. She smiled. “I don't want you to be mad at me.” I don't. Instead of thetobacco-chewing good ol' boy I had expected, he was middle aged -perhaps mid-fifties - with dark hair that was fading to give promise offuture graying. He had a neatly trimmed beard which was still dark butflecked with gray giving him a distinguished look. He wore gold-rimmedglasses which somehow made him look more scholarly. His black robe wasimpeccably neat and pressed to the point that it looked as if you couldcut yourself on one of the pleats.My only surprise was that we were. . I..." the words were not there. Not at the moment. "No, really. You think you can just parade in front of us like that, eh? You dress like that to turn on all the boys in class like some hotty, and when somebody calls you on it, you can just say no thanks? That’s not a good attitude, ma’am; what are you; just a no good cock-tease?" “I am not a cock-tease,” Miss Trottle said, trying to sound forceful, but instead it came out as a weak petition. “I think you are,” said Steve, stepping closer.