That’s a chore, isn’t it? From the patio, the Boston Whaler looked very enticing; shiny white, brilliant chrome, clean lines. It was bobbing with ...the swells, knocking against the jetty. Lady Gutenberg was definitely nodding to me, encouraging me to fill her tank.I should clean the house ... or take the boat out. I checked my watch. One thirty-two. Time was flying.The caress of an ocean breeze died away. Heat intensified. Screw it! Lady Gutenberg, here I come.Taxing away from the jetty, Rory. He sat at his usual workstation, but did not set to work. He stared at the blank screen for several minutes. All I could do was watch him. After a while he shook himself, as if trying to emerge from sleep. He gave a great sigh, put his hands to his keyboard and resumed where he had left off. I tried to do the same, but without success. ‘We’d better just try to leave everything in good order.’ ‘What?’ His sudden statement had startled me. ‘The terminations won’t take more than a few days to. Whenever I see her in the mirror or a photo, I know she is me.And I am so glad, so very glad, I embraced myself by embracing her. Jennifer started out shy and timid – uncertain of herself and how others saw her. Not quite sure she was attractive or desirable. She began life with a pink and white wardrobe and long skirts which suggested virginal purity but did not truly reflect who she was.The first boyfriends and lovers helped end that phase. I still recall those who first flirted with me and. Her tongue searched out every inch of my mouth before she sucked on my tongue as my knees went weak.She eventually pulled away and when I looked her in the eye all I could see was pure LUST!! They both smiled as the left and it got me thinking that they must have talked and I am certain that my sister knows all about yesterday and because of the games we used to play she has no problem with it.On my way to the bathroom I looked in the girls room and like most women, it was a mess so I decided.