Still, I can handle docklines and engine starting and motoring out of the marina and into the ship channel and what I should do about traffic and buoy...s and things.And this time I’m in the pilothouse while Ben and Mandy take care of stowing the docklines and fenders. We won’t be needing them again until we get to Corpus Christi. It’s a pleasant autumn day, headed for maybe eighty on the thermometer, the air dry from a recent frontal passage.Yes, responsible boaters know about weather and pay. “Now if you had your camera, Cathy, you could get some special pictures for Will now,” she said, and smiled at me.I had my eyes fixed on the small area of her bikini, right between her legs. As soon as she had stopped speaking, I could see the fabric start to turn a darker shade. Cathy sat back down; apparently ignoring the fact she was sitting in a pool of her pee, and watched as Lori started to pee in her pants. The darker area slowly spread to her legs, and around the front; the fabric at. Had he gone there? Not the way he was dressed when he left.I went down to the kitchen and made myself a sharp cheese sandwich. I could barely finish half.Finally, I was able to string together some cogent thoughts. Where was he? Did he go to a friend's house? Should I start calling around for him? No to that one. Absolutely not. If I started calling around looking for him, all his friends would know something was wrong. Eventually the story of what I had done to him would come out and he would. I will never allow NIKA to become that kind of company. Ever. Look, I take Jamie’s advice nearly all of the time. Do I push back? Yes, of course, because in many cases, what he’s telling me is STUPID. As Mr. Bumble said in Dickens’ Oliver Twist, ‘the law is a ass - a idiot’.“Granted, the context was the supposition that a wife could be controlled by her husband, but the sentiment accurately reflects my view of the law in many instances. And you know what? Jamie often agrees with me! But I pay.