I spent the afternoon just lurking around the main parking area, sitting on the little kids's swings and so on. Of course what I was really doing was ...ooking for the mysterious boy. However, not another person appeared that afternoon. About a quarter of five I headed home and arrived just ahead of my parents. Then after dinner I headed back to the park once more and hung around until nearly dark, but was once again disappointed.The next three days were almost the same. Oh, I didn't go there. Being autumn now, the air’s a lot cooler on the water, so we have the option of just motoring over to an isolated anchorage where we’re out of the way and there’s a good bottom to set an anchor, and we stay there. We have our little tender on davits at the stern and it’s a relatively simple matter to drop it into the water and buzz off under outboard power to find a beach or a scenic waterway or whatever. And this IS the Florida Gulf Coast, so there is a good variety of waterside venues for. “So ... Did you have fun at Martina’s house Friday night,” she asks with venom.I decide that enough is enough. “Deana,” I start with a little venom in my voice that startles her. “I don’t know what kind of relationship you think we have, but you need to understand that we are only friends.” She steps back as I continue. “And if you want to keep that friendship then you will respect the fact that Martina and I are best friends and have a special bond to each other that CANNOT be separated.”“But. "I'm taking my break now, I have to make a couple of calls. I'll be back soon - call my cell if something comes up", Eleanor said. "Yep no problem. You know what it's like here mid-week. No activity worth talking about. I'll call you if I can't handle something and I'll need you to review these invoices when you get back anyway", replied Jessica. Turning back to me Eleanor said, "Follow me sir, sorry for the delay". I followed along with the charade, "No problem, it's late and I just want to.