If the girls could trick these guys into coming outside, I would be able to count how many of them we had to deal with. The girls could use the horn a...d make it look like they were helpless females lost and needing a big, strong man to save them. If we could get everyone out of the ranch house I might be able to take all of them out before they knew what hit them. I got on the radio with my suggestion. Brenda said that she would sneak out of the truck with Ben first and leave Michelle and. The son of a bitch was ten minutes late. I was afraid that he had chickened out."You're late, John. Were you waiting for your little blue pill to kick in?" I asked it jokingly."Oh no, sweetie," he said, glancing down at his crotch, "this ol' guy is still hitting on all cylinders. I don't need any artificial sweetener."I smiled at his unusual metaphor but then my brain took over."Carol knows, doesn't she, John?" Not about you tonight," he said. "She's asleep. So is her pussy. But she gave me the. I gave a seconds thought to going up to them and saying something like “I didn’t know your grandmother was so ugly” but that probably would have gotten me in another fist fight with the asshole which would likely have gotten us thrown out of the place and barred from every coming back. I decided to just ignore them. Jaz would see me sooner or later and know she was busted and that just might be enough to ruin her day.So ignore them I did, but they didn’t ignore me. Twenty minutes after we got. We spent three days in Pensacola, then eased eastward. Ben says ‘armpit of Florida’. Water’s clear, but the shallows extend way off from shore in most places. Looking at the charts, calling Ada’s draft five feet, there’s a lot of the coast where holding the three-mile limit is also a good way to keep your keel out of the mud. And in some places, three miles isn’t enough.Oh, well, that’s why we have charts, both paper and electronic. And a depth-finder, and in the locker on the forepeak, there’s.