But it is really a story within another story. And one has to be told to get back into the other. I am telling Patti the story of what ha...pened when I lived back on the farm/ranch at home. That’s what chapters 8, 9, and now 10 are about.At first I struggled with even bringing this to light about anything to do story wise when living at home on the farm. But since it happened in the story about Patti and Toro and I alike, it must be told so the happenings here to fore in that story. Some of the crew began to think the young man mad, and mutterings of mutiny were heard, even by Cyril himself. But he was steadfast and sure, calming the mutinous ideas and keeping the men focused.Cyril’s certainty was shown true when the targeted ship approached them in the night on calm, dark seas. Cyril had the men ready for such a thing, foretelling it in the hours before he’d ordered them to anchor in the shallow waters well south of Ithaca to wait for the coming of their destiny. The men. It had been too long since she had been home and for some reason, today it was more welcoming then ever.She pulled her car along the freshly painted fence that led to her family's home. A lush manicured lawn dotted with roses, irises and daisies surrounded the two-story, century old house. It looked like paradise to Anna. She could see that no one was home but that didn't bother her. Mom and Pops would be along as soon as church services ended and they would be gushing over her. Right now she. Mary Jo Mason looked around the table. "Did you hear something, Amy Sue? It kind of sounded like air blowing through someone's ears." I think I did," Amy Sue said, barely stifling her giggle.Lisa's jaw clenched. "At least I keep my thighs closed unlike some people around here." I seem to recall that someone was very proud of her splits," Missy chimed in.I looked around. The lunchroom was silent, watching to see if another catfight would break out.Candy frowned. "We don't need sluts at our.