“And what if I win?” asked Jen. “Honey, you win and you can have anything you want” he exclaimed confidently. “Sounds good to me” said Jen... with a smirk. The balls were racked up and the game began. 9 ball it was. The first guy broke and potted a ball. He then missed the easy second ball. He winked at his pals as he handed Jen the cue, no doubt looking forward to watching her bend over the table in that short dress, as indeed was I. Jen took the cue and leant over the table, her dress writhing. I was looking for something, didn't know what.Funny, the red light on the DVD player was on. That was weird. Mom had a cow whenever Jeff or I left a light, any kind of light, on when we left the room. There were a couple of DVDs on the table beside the player. Even from across the room I knew what they were. Who designs the covers for porno tapes, anyway? Dyslexic horny monkeys? Teenage boys? Yeah, right. Stupid me. Heck, that's not even an oxymoron. It's just plain redundant. And unfair to. Burl said, “It’s my Mom’s recipe.”“You’ll have to give it to me,” Maggie said.Burl pulled a piece of paper out of the top pocket of his overalls. While handing it over to her, he said, “Last year I had so many requests for it that I printed up a couple dozen copies.”“Thanks,” Maggie said while slipping it into the diaper bag hanging from the stroller.“You’re welcome,” Burl said.Maggie said, “I’d better get next door. I’m sure that Herbie is ready to head out trick or treating.”“The kid has a. I watched as Marty and the female crew member became very good friends. The two women were doing everything but kissing in the galley area.Don and the other male crewman were working together polishing chrome items while sitting on the deck, occasionally touching each other and chatting.Only the salesman was content to be alone and didn't come up to me or any of the others to join in or talk.We were away from port about two hours when the girls announced, "Supper's ready. Steady the boat and.