Strange. It happened to be my luck that someone was there. I asked about the boat and he gave me a queer look. I showed him the paperwork and he nodde.... He took me out to the dry dock area. All the way down to the far end. The last locker on the left had a chain on it that was almost rusted solid. It looked like it hadn't been opened is decades."Well, Sonny, this locker hasn't been opened in years," he said, "You'll probably have to cut the chain off." I don't suppose you have something that. He knew that she was divorced and without a partner for several months now. He planned to use that to his advantage."Hi Ms. Hayward," Kevin said with his most seductive smile."Hi Kevin. I told you to call me Sherry." Okay, Ms. Sherry," he joked.She smiled indulgently at his attempt at humor and said, "You're early to class today." Yea, I know but I just wanted to talk to you." About what?" Nothing. I just like talking to pretty women."It was corn and she knew it. However, it was always nice to. He didn't want anything to inhibit any reaction either vocal or in facial expression, to her imminent experience.As the attendants stepped back he rose from the chair to have a closer look. Well built, she had probably been quite athletic in her past but now, being in her late thirties, maybe forties, she was softening deliciously. He handled her as if it were foreplay to a session of sweet lovemaking. With the backs of his fingers he caressed her smooth cheek and full soft lips causing her to. Coming in the door right behind us were Greg Young and his wife Megan. Since it was obvious that we were all there for lunch, we agreed to make a foursome. Greg was an interesting fellow. He ran a company called Northern Lights Productions. They produced television programmes and short films. His was one of the success stories of Canadian show business. He and his company had long been clients of Mack and Jack. Although strictly speaking they were Mack's clients not mine, I'd helped out on a.