It did not cross his mind that Shirley Watts, or whatever her name was now, would be there.Shirley Hunter, to use her married name, had also thought l...ng and hard about whether to attend or not but as her marriage was very rocky she thought 'why not?' although it was against her husband's wishes. She suspected that he was having an affair and in fact, she was right so he was not totally upset that she was going because he could spend time with his lover.The evening of the reunion, in a hotel,. Actual humans boarded her.They didn't smell like red caps, so Jas greeted them warmly.The Coast Guard wanted to know why she wasn't answering on Channel 16.Jas showed them her passport, radio certificate, registration andcertificates of inspection.Glamoured receipts from fuel docks.She explained that the radio was down for repairs and showed them a pileof radio parts on the galley table.Ginger root and a bottle of soy sauce. More glamour.A butterbar lieutenant explained that they could impound. Now, I was certain I smelled piss as a large wet spot appeared in the front of his pants. “I just love fucking married women! I didn’t hurt her! I couldn’t hurt anybody.”“Get up!” I demanded as I dragged him by his cuffed hands. He stood, wobbly, and staggered forward as I shoved him through the door. I dragged him across the sidewalk, heading to my car, Marcel protesting his innocence.The door behind me opened again, and Jude exited, shouting for me. She was holding her cell phone. “Bill!. I was worried at first, but then just figured there was little I could doat this point. So I figured the problem would be a little less obvious ifI just wore the sweats that I bought the day before. They where woman's,but didn't look overtly so. I hoped it would make this a little easier.So with little time I rushed out the door to class looking, I feared,very much like a girl. On my way there no one seemed to look at me likeI was out of place. Most really didn't pay me much attention, so I.