“Ready, Cap’n?” I heard from outside.“Cast off,” I said, raising my voice, feeling the little tug as I moved the almost antique propeller co...trol to ‘forward’. He’d explained to me that this setup didn’t have a transmission as such, just an odd variable pitch propeller that could be adjusted for direction.In a couple of minutes he was in the cabin with me, washing his hands to get rid of the inevitable dirtiness picked up by mooring lines that had spent the night wrapped around tree trunks.. “Yo, I know…I was just over at the dude’s house, working out with him…he sent me over to get you all warmed up!” Aaron replies, flashing his braces in a cocky little smirk. “Oh my god! I’m gonna slap him!” the MILF exclaims. “Get me ‘warmed up’? I’m definitely not going to fuck you now!” she adds indignantly. “Yo, that’s not fair…why do I have to suffer because you’re pissed at him?” the stud asks in a pleading voice. Donna caves quickly. “You’re right, that’s not fair…I can’t take it out on. "What I was wishing," she said slowly and deliberately, as one would explain things to a child or a Christian Fundamentalist, "what I was wishing was to be chaste?not chased!" "Oops!" said Nancy. "Those?ah..homophones can be a real bitch sometimes. My fault, here, I'll change you back!" "No hurry," Horatio said swiftly, as her left hand (which had a mind of its own) began to stroke her pubic nuisance. "In fact," she moaned. "I think (gasp) we'd better (ooooh!) leave things as they. "Slowly she undid the bun and her hair cascaded down her back. She looked at him pleadingly."Please, don't do this." Ah, but Mrs. Willis, we are just getting started."He looked into her eyes."I promise you one thing. You are going to enjoy this just as much as I am."She could not hold his gaze. She wanted with all her being to be defiant, to stand up to him, but could not. Part was the threat of harm to Tom, but it was more than that. This man had power in his eyes, in his manner, an assurance.