Her grandmother had tried her hardest to hide the signs of serious drug use, but all the makeup in the world wasn’t going to do the trick.“Hi, Cel...a, I’m Caspi...”“Wow, she must really be getting desperate. We’ve gone from the fancy, fenced in country club, to some skank apartment in East Bumblefuck. It’s cute you guys thought that sending someone’s kid to greet me would put me at ease, or whatever, but I couldn’t give a crap. Just show me where you’re locking me up.”“We’re not planning on. “That’s far enough, sailor,” I told him.He stopped short and looked at me. Obviously he didn’t like to be thwarted by a teenaged boy.“I’m here with a maritime warrant for the arrest of an American citizen, Miss Barbara Beauchamp. I’ll give you two minutes to produce her!” he stated.“What’s the warrant for?” I asked.“That’s none of your business. You have ninety seconds to produce Miss Beauchamp,” he said authoritatively.“Well, since this is my ship, I think it is my business,” I replied. “And. Miss Tess introducedus, well actually she has us introduce ourselves by instructing each of usto say what our names were. I said, "I am called Sissy," but Miss Tessobjected by reminding me that this was not the correct way to introducemyself. I therefore restarted with, "My name is Sissy," and Miss Tess saidto my whilst turning to the young lady, "that's better, now you."Eyes downcast she said, "My name is Cunt." I've always felt that this wordis most base of descriptions of the female. Self-confident in facial expression and style of clothing, matching the warm weather. Tight white T-shirt as top, above a skimpy tennis skirt, matching socks and sport shoes. Amber parks nearby. Takes off her helmet, waves a hand-kiss in my direction, before she shifts her sunglasses up to park them in her hair.I get up to welcome her with an elegant hand-kiss and offer her the chair with best view from the four at our table. "Enjoy the sunshine as long as it lasts, love. Another hour before it.