Again i was not thinking clearly and was being guided by those irrational thoughts.Frank called early that Saturday and said he was taking the day off.... He told me to stop over later that afternoon. i felt i had to say okay even though i had not expected to see him and hadn’t thought about what i was going to say. There wasn’t much time to decide what i would do. i thought about our promise about always be honest with each other and i was undecided about keeping this from him. But i thought that. ”Lassitude in the arms of my lover gave way to ‘it’s time to do something’, the worst part of which is dealing with an anchor and rode (that’s the line and chain between the anchor and the boat) that’s coated with a sticky black mud. As the rode is wound aboard by a power winch I stand there with a hose, washing the mud off with water we pump from the lake. There’s a lot of splashing, so after I wash down the rode, I switch over to the freshwater system, wave at Ben in the pilothouse, look. He was on his period.He grabbed one of the sanitary Maxi pads from behind the toilet, just tobe safe, and applied it to his panties. He was not going to take the riskof any spots developing on his skirt. He wanted as little attention aspossible, and that certainly wouldn't help.He felt the pad snuggly place itself on his new privates as he raised hispanties up his legs, went over to the sink one more time, and againsplashed water on his face. He took stock of his situation; he was now,for no. " (Candy giggled.) "So...how many guys?" "Just one. The door opened, and there he was." "Santa." "Yeah, of all things. I just shook my head. How fucked...." "Yep, you were about to be." "Funny, Candy. He just sat there, looking at me like a Christmas goose justout of the oven. And then this horn goes off and scares the shit out of me...." "No, the enema took care of that." "You're so gross.... He rushes over and, well, had a good time with me. Endof story. Goodnight." "Not so fast. What he do?.