I hung up and said I was going to the study. Tamara looked at me and I mouthed the word, "Trish."She nodded and I went to the study.I got comfortable ...nd dialed her up. "Hey, asshole!" she started."What?" You have been ignoring me and then this shit goes down this weekend. I'm worried and you're keeping me in the dark." I'm not meaning to ignore you nor am I trying to keep you in the dark. What brought this on?" I asked."I wanted to come over this morning and you told me to stay away." It's not. "Bad luck there Stevie-boy. I told you that jib was looking a bit worn. Head on down and make yourself a drink. Carol has all the makings out."I followed Linda down the ladder. Carol was seated against the starboard bulkhead. Damn she was gorgeous. Tall and trim, she shook her honey blond hair as her face flowered in a welcoming smile. She exuded sex appeal. But then, she was somewhat of a prude. In all the years I'd know her, I'd fostered hope that she would someday appear topless, like many. She has a very nice figure, with wide enough hips that you know she's a woman and not a young girl, despite her small stature and tiny breasts. She's very athletic, too, which helps to keep her stomach flat and her legs and arms firm."What are we gonna do today?" she yawned. "I looked outside and the weather's awful."I told her I wasn't sure. "Maybe we can just take a day off and plan for the next few days shooting? This muck is supposed blow out of here tonight."We spent a little while looking. The thin polyester material tickles the skin of my calf as they travel further down my legs and over my feet.I lie back again and stretch out as long as I can. Pointing my toes down towards the end of my long bed. My palms rub the skin of my soft thighs and warm them against the cold breeze that continues to ripple into the room. I pull my left knee up towards me and then let it lie back down to the side. My hand now travels to the inside of my upper thigh. As I do so, my right hand runs.