I'm sure we've all run into someone like him, and Twain captured him perfectly."Now I'm not going to expect you al to write a book report on Huckleber...ry Finn. Twain also wrote dozens of short stories and essays, and that's what you each are going to read and report room." She could almost feel the sense of relief sweep the room."Miss Lockwood," she called, and held up the first short story. She handed out the assignments, answered a few questions, and let the class get to work. She settled at. “Patrolman Hanover, shut up!”“Sergeant...”“That’s an order!” I turned back to Montrose. “Montrose, cool down!”“Reaper, this ain’t right, and you know it!”“Cool down and tell everybody else to cool down. Please!”“Reaper...”“Please! I don’t need the grief and you don’t either!”Montrose gave me a hard look but stepped back and said something I couldn’t hear to a couple of his guys. They spread out through the crowd, and he turned back to me. “What about this asshole and the other. This thought infuriated him slightly, along with the slow moving traffic, as he pulled up behind two other cars to a four way stop sign. He noticed several good looking girls in the car in front of him, and though he looked at them with interest, he knew he would never have a chance with any of them. He definitely wasn’t ever what you would call a lady’s man, and he never really had any friends at all, especially any that were females. Any people that ever had anything to do with him always. “Sorry Uncle Freddie,” she knelt up and held up two apologetic palms to those on the yacht. “Sorry!” she called. “Sorry,” she said to Freddie again, “it was thoughtless.”“Alright,” Freddie had to forgive her. She was only young, after all. And naked. With this strong, erotic body. Even her ass was a bit freckled, amidst the tan. This was Lara, after whom he and Sean had lusted so intently, and that somehow they’d managed to bring on this long sailing holiday. He was just cross from the anxiety..