“You got to be k**ding, I’d never do that, I’m not a slut, that‘s nasty.” But every night my hands were between my legs as I humped them as ... lie on my stomach until that great sensation took over and made me feel like I knew everything there was to know about sex; (again, so I thought). I slept well; I had so much more to learn about life; I wanted it all.My parents would let me go out on dates on weekends as long I was home by twelve; but most weekends I was baby sitting for the young, very. For a woman her age, she was gorgeous. I even found her more attractive than the 20 year old girls near my age.One late afternoon, I ran into her in a hallway. No one was working in that area of the building at night. She tripped and almost fell, but I caught her. I asked her if she was alright. She said nothing. She stuttered and said she hurt her ankle. For some reason, I did not believe her hesitant voice. Being a gentlemen, I offered to help her to a chair. She was fairly lightweight and. But even I am shocked by what you have shown me if it was, as you say, an unnecessary punishment.”“I had failed to clean the floors to her satisfaction Miss.”“Was it your usual practice to be slack with your duties?”“No Miss. Of course not Miss.”She looked at me almost with anger. How dare I doubt her account? I smiled inwardly. I didn’t doubt her but there was no sense in letting her know that.“Two items still remain. I have a proposition for you. And your punishment.”Her eyes went back down. Packing. Careful inventory of the boat and its equipment and supplies, including replacing a set of expired flares for the flare gun.The Coast Guard has a list of things a boat’s supposed to have. Some of them, like signal flares, a horn, life preservers, make perfect sense. Some, like a required placard about discharging waste overboard, smack of bureaucracy at its worst. But since the Coast Guard can board you at any time and inspect for those things, we make sure our boat is properly.