We got help, a knot or two, from the tide. Two hours. Two hours, tacking about every fifteen minutes, say. I, for one, breathed a sigh of relief when ...e reached the green conical buoy that indicated we could bear away on port tack, heading for the Heybridge sailing club; two miles of uninterrupted reaching.Not wanting to spend time on mud, or bump a moored boat, I insisted on motoring down Colliers Reach, past Heybridge, but we were able to sail again past Herrings point. We had to use the. It gave me a closeness to her that was precious to me. Everything she told me about herself I filed away like a small treasure ... I somehow knew that, years from now, long after she was gone forever from my life, I’d pore over these tiny snippets of her life and speculate on them and her. Once again, this was about it for my love life. This was about as good as it got.She slowed and finally stopped. Then, like she’d just thought of it, she began to ask me about my life. Half an hour later, we. There were two hundred questionsso there was plenty to go around.Since Jay was late to the party, he had to answer the next question,"Would you rather have the floppy ears of a dog or a dog's tail?" one ofthe girls asked Jay. This was an easy one for him. "I would rather havea tail," he announced."Why is that?" one of the girls asked."You can hide a tail under your clothes if you want."There were plenty of fun questions like "Find proof that Big Foot orUnicorns are real?" or "Have three arms. "You Know, something really special outside, if you follow my drift!" she added."I will work something out, you kinky bitch!" I chided as I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.Although the week dragged, I had an idea forming in my mind. By Friday morning, all the basics were in place. A quick phone call to Eleanor would settle the few remaining details. "Eleanor, this is Ray! Saturday night will it be just you and me or will the others be joining us?" I asked."Apparently George will be out of.