I thought that staying into the rainy season was not a good idea, y’know? — I had thumbed rides into Mendocino. Nothing special, I just liked to w...alk around town. I was near the weirdly-carved Masonic Hall when I heard a voice call from behind me. ‘Ron? Ron Carson? Is that you?’ I turned and saw a tall slender woman dressed in business suit, a blue silk scarf tying-back her long black hair. I recognized her from our hometown encounters. ‘Helen? Is that really you, Helen?’ We walked to each. Nina pulled him out, and he turned out to be the pirate captain, judging by the clothes he was wearing. She threw him to the deck and rolled him over to tie his hands behind him. She then cut away his clothes and pushed him to sit on the deck with his back against one of the locked doors.I said, “We know that you are the captain. What is your name?”The Spanish equivalent of “fuck you” was spat at us. Well, this was no problem. Both Nina and I knew enough Spanish that we could still talk to this. He went back to the kitchen and got two beers and returned, sitting on the other end of the sofa. “I hope you like it, Sir. I can’t take real credit . . .”Before he knew what was happening, he felt a stinging kick to his side and he flew off the end of the sofa and landed flat on his ass. “Bitch, I told you I didn’t want you speak to me unless spoken to. That’s not a hard rule to follow, is it?” Shaking his head, Scott mumbled, “No, Master,” and apologized for being a dumbass. “And while. I actually shook my head trying to dislodge the image. May laughed."Having a hard time with it I see," she said simply. "Cookie?" What?"May pushed a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies my way. They were my favorite, though I seriously doubt she knew that."Have a cookie, you'll feel better."At the moment I wasn't sure I could, the only thing I felt was a little numb."How?" How what?" May answered back as I took a bite of my cookie. "How did the two of us become lovers?" she asked me back.