"How did you know my ring size," she asked.Ron held up a tiny strip of paper, "I wrapped this around your finger while you were sleeping. You pulled y...ur hand away and I was afraid that I might have the wrong size."Brenda beamed, "It fits perfectly."They drove toward Seattle and Brenda kept looking at the ring and then looking at Ron and telling him that she loved him. Ron crossed the Lake Washington Floating Bridge and headed for downtown Seattle. He pulled in front of the Four Seasons Hotel. Even the Pope himself had approved this claim. His hope was that the other ship hadn't seen them yet. He knew he was taking a change setting out earlier then the other ships, but his cargo was most important for he carried the Lady Maria de Martinez, niece of the King of Spain.He ordered his ship to change course to the South, to the Leeward Islands. He kept his eye on the other ship. Mother of God he thought when it changed its course. He yelled to the crew to open the sails and head. You do not want to follow the road, going will be much easier? I ask.Easier yes, but I am not going to bet my life on it being Brute free, she says as she scans the pavement as far as the eye can see. The road is big enough of 2 way traffic, the lines and barriers, from before are barely visible. There are fallen trees lining the edges and pot holes the size of wading pools in the black top. I remember it being difficult to drive along, but it would not be too bad to walk.We can see far enough. We finished our drinks, Sarah went to the loo to get herself ready, and then off we went. She had our route all planned out; at each house she would pose either by the house name or number, or by her friends car registration plate. She would undo her buttons, I would get the camera ready, and then 'flash!', in every sense of the word! Under her black coat Sarah was wearing a pair of black heels, hold ups, and a black choker round her neck - good as her word, nothing else, which meant that her.