I had noticed this hunk of a man at practice as I sat in the stands watching him lead my son and the rest of the young men on the field. With that he...stepped toward me and introduced himself. “I am Tom,” he said. I responded, “Good to meet you Tom, I am Jennifer, Jennifer Meyer.” At this point I felt I could joke a little and told him I appreciated the show and that he was certainly brightening my day. He proceeded by asking that I stay and complete whatever work I needed and that he would. ? The inevitable conclusion ofthe insistent buzzing at her crotch was becoming harder to ignore and shestruggled to keep grounded under the assault on her senses. *** He reclined at the scrubbed kitchen table, his lithepowerful frame encased in a perfectly tailored dark blue suit, languorouslystretching his limbs with a coiled feline readiness. A mug of hot coffee satsteaming before him and a discarded sheaf of paper was flung haphazardly nextto it.? The brightly lit farm kitchenwas. Unlike the other women he'd met since he separated from Isobel, there was no internet dating involved.Alex's new washing machine had broken down and his supply of clean underwear and shirts had run out. It would be a day or so until the store could replace the washing machine which, as it was less than a year old, was most definitely still covered by warranty. So for the first time since he was a student, Alex had to find a launderette in which to wash his clothes. Such amenities were hard to. They were on the deck of the Basilisk.“Nope,” said Surprise. “That’s the reason I have a windsurfer sail and mast ... practice.”The Farr was out of the water and sitting in the portside trampoline. The boat was just heavy enough for the trampoline netting to cradle the small boat and keep it reasonably level. It would sway like it would in fairly calm water ... just like real conditions.“Have you watched the race video?” Surprise said.“I watched the build video and still pictures. For a 12 foot.