We found an extremely handsome ship with accommodations adequate for, perhaps, thirty people. If our group got much larger than that, Ingmar said, he ...ould consider Roald and himself to be unable competently to handle the piloting of a larger vessel. We'd have to either split up the group into two ships, or find a new way of staying together, on land."What about the radio broadcasts?" I asked Ingmar. We had left off broadcasting, since departing from Mobile Bay. Now we wondered whether we might. Moments later, their orgasms over, father and daughter lay on the bed in each other's arms."Aw, Daddy, do you really have to go away?" Sally asked sadly."Yes, baby, it's like I told you… your mother and I need a separation and we'll probably be getting a divorce. I'll be living clear across the country and I have to be honest with you… I don't know when I'll get to see you and your sisters again. And if your mother and I do divorce, she'll get custody of all four of you, and I honestly don't. My penis.” I was trying to say ‘my pen’ but I kept saying ‘penis’. Kristen was horrified. Everyone stared at me. I looked at Jim and Lisa out of the corner of my eye and they were still going at it. With everyone looking at me I guess they were safe.“My pen. I dropped my pen. I’m sorry.” I put my face into my hands. Kristen let out a giggle. Then everyone laughed.“That’s ok, Greg. I’m sorry I’m laughing. You just said ‘penis’ so many times I…” Kristen trailed off. I followed her eye line. She. These were wise guys. Probably the guys who actually ran the dealers."I'll get it my man," the dealer said. "No big deal." Get it? You never should have lost my drugs in the first place." I didn't lose them. My stash was in the trunk of my car, which I let my old lady borrow to go visit her mom. I'll have them tonight, Mr. Hammer, I swear."It hit me at once who he was talking to. That was Vince "the Hammer." I'd heard his last name, but it was something ethnic I couldn't pronounce or spell. He.