Dale is a nice guy. Young, long-winded and too much of a gotta have the last word on everything type of guy, but I guess that comes from being 27 and...a preacher. His wife Julie was so quiet I barely knew her. She was short, light brown curly hair, nice body but always dressed real prim and proper and I would say she would not say shit if her mouth was full of it!We pulled into the drive and he threw a suitcase and book bag into the back of the van and they climbed in. I asked how he got. They had talked for over an hour when Kari asked about the one thing that could distract Michael completely from any thoughts of arousal."I know that Feya was hurt in the crash." she said. "How bad were her injuries?"Michael looked away and closed his eyes. He did not like to think about this. He had not even talked about it with Feya. He still had the occasional dream about what Feya had looked like when he had pulled her from the wreck."Bad, very bad", he said quietly. "I do not know how I. Yes we have for years well that's bloody unreal he said.i asked my dad so where is mam now then, he said we have a regular bull and he makes love your mam when i am away, i don't mind him doing it cos i can trust him and we have a great understanding. she travels down to see him for a few days then she comes home. wow i said just wow. my dad said so you and Sue? well.we started a few years ago when she got a little bored with us and it just went from there, we started with 1 out the blue we. "Just tell me what's in your heart... please..."With his head hung low, he twirled the glasses in his fingers and slowly nodded. Then he sat up and moved to the back of the boat."Better lift the anchor," he said.With tears falling down my cheeks, I slowly pulled on the rope. When the anchor was sitting inside the boat, he started the engine and we began moving forward at a snail's pace, leaving the tiny inlet. We hadn't gone very far, when the engine suddenly cut off. I was sitting at the bow,.