..that’s absolutely correct, Sir.”“Very good, slave. I’ll see you on Saturday.” And with that, he disconnected.Diana sat there holding her...phone for a long time as she stared into space, her breathing shallow and her mind overwhelmed with images from the past and fantasies about the future. It wasn’t until the actual office phone rang that she snapped out of it and tried to once more become her professional self - with only moderate success as she had a great deal of trouble staying focused. I was all bubbly, because I had told Mom that I had planned to let Mitchell take my cherry, and it had happened. Oh, he was such a gentle lover. From Mom I expected a smile and a big hug. Instead her face never reacted.Did you ever have one of those situations where you knew exactly what someone was going to say, when you had no clue whatsoever and still you knew what it was and that you didn't want to hear it? She began to babble incoherently. I strained to make sense out of her words and. As time went by I found myself just waiting for those opportunities when she'd brush past me; and hoped like a desperate teenager that she'd touch my arm or let me touch hers. She had this way of looking over her shoulder at you and smiling which made me hard every time. Each night we worked together was torture, but I wouldn't have given those shifts up for anything.The first time I knew I was really in trouble was the night I spent an entire shift trying to figure out if her hair was brown or. “It’s no good,” I sighed.“What’s the problem?”“It happens,” I sighed again, “I’m always erratic when I write. There’s nothing there today.”“Could we sail?”“It’s just about low water, or a bit past, so we’d be fighting the tide to get out. I think we’d be better waiting until high water tomorrow morning. Relaxing day. Read. Watch birds. Listen to music.”“I’d like for you to explain how a sailing boat works.”“I can do that.”So we spent an hour or so, after washing up, on the theory of sailing..