It was Monday. I was off work. I was bored. I went to my bedroom and witnessed a mess. It was time for a good cleaning. Jeans and shorts and pant...ies and bras littered the floor - casualties of late nights and bad decisions. I grabbed all the clothes and put them in a pile in a corner to be washed at a later time. Next was the bed. I yanked the pillowcases off the pillow and discarded them into the clothes pile. Down toward the foot of the bed were white stains - undoubtedly from my. "Can you pull the lead tech over? I need to confirm a couple things with him," I asked."BJ, this is Glen Burton, chief field tech for Bell helicopters, Glen this is BJ the big boss," Robbie made the introduction as we shook hands."Glen I need to put two of these 407's in a C130. If my research is correct, if we remove the rotor blades they will fit side by side, nose to tail in the C130 cargo bay. Is that a feasible job?" I asked."Yes, you will have to mark the position of the blades and. Only later did I realize that the portable umbrella in the side pocket would have been more than adequate to the task.When I told a friend about the episode, I wondered whether the panties had come from her clean stash or the dirty clothes. She assured me that they had been "dirty" because there'd have been no point without "a bit of scent."Of course the events inspired many fantasies. In one, I extend the "brolly" to accept her gift, and, while she and her companions watch, I put the crotch to. Friday night is the Carambola’s Caribbean Pirateseafood buffet. It was some of the best food on theIsland. It was as good as usual tonight. We ate, wedrank and then the Mocko Jumbies came on as theentertainment. These are some of the local Islandersdressed up in Caribbean costumes on stilts to make themlook like giant spirits. Unbeknownst to me, thebartender normally spiked the drink of the newattractive women with a mild aphrodisiac. Tonight wasno exception with Miriam’s Pina.