How'd that happen?"My eyes fall to my hands. If I tell him everything it'll be worse, but if I leave out the fact I was talking on the phone, and he ...inds out later it won't be better. And he usually finds these things out. I took a deep breathe, "I missed the sign for 35 mph and the cop pegged me at that corner where they like to hide." Right - but you usually drop your speed off a mile before that sign because of that cop. What was different about today? Were you on your phone?"I could. He laughs. "Gee, you Brits are all so droll. Nope, you ain't got no choice at all. And, to make sure you stay put, you get strapped to the chair here, too."So, he takes my cuffs off and clips each wrist to the chair. The chair is comfortable and heavy. As Gerry would say, the chair and I weren't goin' no place.He stands back and looks at me. It's a curious stare, appraising but not sexual."Hmmm, so you just startin' out here, Hon?" Yes, that's right; I arrived here, er, yesterday, I think.". We let Greg stay at the helm except when he was letting Ben or Lottie do the steering, and Cor and I did all the deck-monkey stuff.We ate lunch in the wind shadow of Valcour Island. I had cheated outrageously when it came to the lunch. I had arranged for an ice chest with a bunch of Lobster Salad Rolls, Potato Salad, Raspberries and a bottle of Champagne, and I picked them up myself at the Boston office. Greta, the same executive assistant who had arranged the Boston Pops tickets had it waiting. “I dunno. I guess it’s because when we were kids they used to put us in the playpen in our diapers. Momma always told me that we kissed each other a few times.” I was almost regretful that I couldn’t remember back that far. “In fact,” she admitted, “when I told them I was coming over to see you, everyone began giving me a hard time about we might wind up kissing again.” Vicki looked at me with a smile that REALLY began to turn me on. “Well,” I said with a smile, “we might as well not.