“A disgrace to his family name…”“His parents must be turning in their graves…”She continued on, trying her best to ignore them. She manage... to get through three more shopkeepers, getting a loaf of bread that looked a day away from sprouting mold, a wheel of cheese that was nearly half the weight she asked for, and a dozen potatoes that looked like they were already almost powder.“Truly disgusting…”As she made her way through the street she couldn’t help but notice the crowds were getting. "You are a delicious cutie, good genes for sure." She blushed at the comment instantly and looked away shyly toward her husband.His hands dropped to her shoulders and quickly down the front of her chest. He took each breast in his hands and squeezed them with a firm and repetitive motion, almost like he was testing fruit before he bought it. Her cup size was considerably large for her frame, there was certainly more flesh there than each hand could contain. He studied them for a few more. "Hang on, I'm going to cross his wake and make my move to windward."Damn testosterone. Don't cut it too close." I've never beaten Dave." To the crew I hollered, "Ready about!" Linda, this time I've got the bastard." Helms alee."Tacking to port the boom came swiftly over. Linda and crew expertly winched in the jib, adjusted the traveler and trimmed the main. Traversing Dave's wake our anchor missed his stern by inches. I steered "Hammerhead" another point into the wind and headed for the finish. The only thing she told her mother was that Rebeca had been hurt and in a place unable to make contact, but that she would explain everything once back home. Clara knew that Rebeca would want her to say something like that. They knew each other better than anyone else and trusted each other to do the right thing to protect one another.The truth was that Clara really knew nothing during the first two days in the hospital. Rebeca was very weak and was given a lot of sedatives so that she could.