.You’re a little nervous about that idea, aren’t you?Yeah.Are you open to the idea?Somewhat. I’ll admit it’s interesting, but I need more info...mation before I can really say yes or no.Hold that thought for a moment then. “I’m going to grab something from upstairs quickly. If the timer goes off while I’m doing that, can one of you pull the chicken parm from the oven?”Kara glanced at Allison questioningly, then nodded. “I can do that.”Allison smiled, quickly made her way upstairs, and grabbed the. I had showered and shaved, put on a pressed shirt, and wore some cologne. I was looking as sharp as I possibly could. All throughout the cab rides to and from the apartment, Mark had explained to me how to time my entrance to the kiss booth so that I ended up with the girl I wanted—watch for when she emerges from that hallway, assume she’s taking about a 20 minute break, then go back there, as long as the “blue balls” girl is missing—that’s how he referred to the girl in red. I nodded along. .. sybaritic ... about even a basic shower when you've been living in, well, primitive conditions. Sadly, unless you're very rich, you don't get showers, or even instant hot water, on board a boat and Tom's Peewit, while very good in its way, could only be described as primitive, the only 'mod. con.' being the sea toilet. They spent rather longer than usual under the (separate) showers. Back at Peewit, though, they wasted no time in removing the clean clothes they'd just put on and climbing. I was in the ocean with Mark. There was no other vessels to be seen. He had joined our life jackets together with his belt so we were practically joined at the hip. My youngest c***d had saved my life and was telling me to cling to a piece of the smashed life raft to aid buoyancy. Panic twisted in my gut. What about Tim and Lydia?"Are you OK?" he asked"Think so, just a little dizzy." Please grab hold of the wood." Did you see what happened to your father and sister?" I asked fearful of the.