By now the rain was getting heavier, being the friendly serving wench (our joke) she is, Sharon, offered me a coffee. So dashing from the car we got a...little wet on the way. Once inside, Sharon pointed to the bathroom; “you can grab a towel in there” she said pointing and slipped into another room. Drying off I followed only to find it was her bedroom. "Here let me get this off you" undoing my damp shirt before suddenly realised what she was doing as she stopped. “sorry” she whispered. Shying. We were having a ball though. Soon the trees opened up a little on the west side and we could were catching glimpses of the moss field I was looking for. A little further on we came to an opening wide enough to get the boat thru and into the field. Keeping the motor at an idle I was creeping towards the bank. The moss hadn’t completely taken over the field yet but there was a lot of it and it was causing problems with the motor. Finally we had to stop to clear the moss from the motor. The sky. I wouldn't be bothered with such "educational" bullshit as a school program on this day. Hell, I wouldn't be bothered by it or bother to be bothered by it at any other time of the week.As I recall, the last program I actually attended was ... the mandatory safe-sex program held every year in segments over a week's time. It was a monumentally expensive program, included big-name speakers (nobody'd ever heard of) and usually ended with a group of virgin-pledge students handing out little candies. I was a bit disappointed as the bus arrived at my stop, things were just getting interesting with my tall, dark, handsome stranger but “oh well”, I thought to myself as i snaked my way past the crowd of people towards the exit, looking back over my shoulder one last time to give him a flirty smile and wave, he quickly moved his briefcase to cover his crotch and I couldn’t help but giggle before stepping off the bus and walking towards the shopping center.‘ SHEN” S, MASSAGE AND SPA’, the red and.