Davis is at home. She said, yes, sir. The Captain is awaiting your order to leave the harbor. I picked up the phone and said, we can head out, Captain... The engines roared to life and we headed seaward.DebbieI can’t believe this, I thought to myself. It must be his yacht. We’ve never discussed money but he does drive a Porche. Then I said first things first. I said Donna, could you show me to my room. She said, your and Mr. Peppers room is right this way. We entered a gorgeous stateroom. I sat. "Oh, really? Well, you're welcome to try." Mr. Thompson stands up and begins to walk towards the door. I scramble over to the opposite side of the heavy demonstration table behind me, my stocking-clad feet aiding in my haste. He opens the door and peers out into the classroom. My things are still s**ttered across the other table but I am sufficiently hidden from sight. He closes the door and retreats back into his office, most likely assuming that I've stepped out to use the bathroom or acquire. Picks up the magazine holding it open to the page I was looking at. She pulls it up close to her face and has a good look then shuts it.I look up at her ;walking over to my dresser. Putting it on top of it. She stops in front of it and stands there.She turns around walking to me standing in front of me. I could not look at her. I knew she was looking at me.I just could feel it. She then pulls the pillow off of me. Before I knew what happened.Placing the pillow at top of the bed.I was beet red I. A little over a week ago, I noticed that Brenda came home from work somewhat distraught. I asked her if anything was bothering her. She assured me that everything was fine. I knew it wasn't, but Brenda would eventually tell me what was wrong.When I first brought Brenda home to meet the family those many years ago, my folks thought I was letting my little head do my thinking. She was, and still is, a beautiful woman. To say she was unsophisticated would be putting it mildly. Her father was a.