. big water. There's nothing smaller than an 80. That's the dinghy for the 200. You look disappointed." I am. I really want something I could trailer ...o the water and load after the day on the water was done." Those are at the marina at the lake," she informed me.The lake was home ... Vehmersalmi ... halfway across the country.There was a phone in the warehouse. Wendy called Dalmar, Dalmar called home, Ursula called the marina and called Wendy.Weird, I know. But you're dealing with Finns. It. “You were staring at my fingernails, no? So either you have a thing for manicurists, or you were wondering what it is that I do for a living. Hands say so much without speaking.” She took his hands in hers, hers soft and cool against his hot and, if he were to admit it, slightly sweaty. “Engineer. Civil or mechanical. And left-handed.” That was it. This woman was either Agatha Christie reincarnated, or could read minds. She dropped his hands and picked up her Riesling. A casual observer would. ..”I buried my face between her thighs, licking her moist pussy while she sucked and licked on my prick. As soon as she was wet enough, I turned around, and slowly slid into her. We made love slowly, gently, then curled up together, and fell asleep.Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty much repetitions of Monday; sleeping in until mid-morning before starting the afternoon group rehearsal. The evenings we spent an hour or slightly more going through our set before talking about future songs. Having. ’’ She looked at me questioningly and I played along. “Well Laura by the Way, I’m not Indian myself but with this complexion I get taken for all sorts. I’m from Bromsgrove, my name is George.’’ We shook hands. “What happened to Dev?’’ I asked.Her eyes looked sad again. “When he qualified he worked for the World Health Organisation. They send them to all sorts of hell holes. We kept in touch by letter, no email in those days, and about four years later I received an official letter from the WHO.