No, never mind.I was thinking of two things: One, you both volunteer tomorrow to help tidy up this place, the ropes and sails etcetera, are in a mess.... Two: you come here, bend over for some short, sharp treatment. NO! Not that! Keep your panties on!” He was tempted, but figured bare fourteen year old behinds would be too far for his resolve to hold him back. Each girl bent over, not even on his lap since he was stiff as a board, and he slapped their bottoms hard five times with a sail baton. It. So I tell him everything. How my relationship with Mike had grown far beyond experimentation. How our experiences had left me shaken, doubtful about my sexuality, but oh so excited. About how I believe I had "loved" Mike in a way that was very close to the love I had felt also for women. About how my grief for him is so very much deeper than that for a lost friend, for indeed he was my lover. And I tell him about Griff, my friend and almost lover from my Air force days, whom I came about two. “Oh my God! Are you okay?”“I ... yeah...”She stepped back. “Did you know Carrie well?”‘Oh, yeah, I totally boned her in the washroom and may have knocked her up,’ is what I didn’t say.“Err ... as well as anyone, I guess. Someone that works with you, dying ... that’s a bit of a wakeup call, huh?”“Yeah...” She seemed satisfied with that, and headed back to her desk. I put my name on the card but couldn’t write anything more. What could I say? Sorry I fucked your dead wife?Detective Dianna. We would have enough cooks and food till the next day so she was not responsible for any cooking, serving, etc. Her only job was to service whoever arrives. She agreed.Well the time had arrived and we heard a car approaching. It takes about 5 minutes to see the car since the road is a very rough dirt road. We knew they were coming in 1 car since they were generally from the same area. All 3 of us were looking out the window and we saw 3 people in the car. We found out later that 1 had backed.