The sinking of Don Juan was attributed to a combination of bad weather, the inexperience of Shelley and his crew in sailing the local waters, and alte...rations made to the arrangement of the sails, which had made the vessel faster through the water but less stable.I nodded, thinking of how Mary Shelley must be feeling — I knew the heartache of losing a loved one, and for all his faults Percy Shelley had been truly loved by his wife. Her loss was likely all the more keenly felt because local. Meantime Rita had decided to make the best of a bad job with me. I was sat in a comfortable big armchair and she climbed onto my lap, then stuck her tongue down my throat and fondled my crotch. Rita was not a bad looking girl, she was about my age, and was built more for comfort rather than speed, which didn't bother me any. She had the reddish hair and the pale blue eyes which was typical Ulster. I could taste rum and Coke on her tongue, which is not my greatest turn on, neither was her. I checked with Bob and he's OK with it too. I've got three new guys joining the crew for Monday through Thursday; they're wallboard guys too."Steve and Mike broke into smiles. Kurt looked worried; he said, "These guys will be used to working at a normal pace. We've got to pull them up so they work the same long days and pace we do, and yet they don't get the incentives."Bill chuckled, "Well, they'll get the morning coffee and muffin incentives that seems to have started. That should spur them. Suddenly I jumped back to reality as my phone which was tucked descreetly inside my corset vibrated vigorously against my flesh. I pulled it out and glanced at the message on the screen with a smile.'hey baby you having a good night? I'm not, I'm drunk and I miss you, can I come meet you please'.I grinned to myself as I hit reply and typed 'yes :D now!' as quickly as I could.I grabbed my coat and said good bye to myfriends and practically sprinted to meet him.I'd walked almost all of the way.