She was following her father's advice regarding jet lag. "Sleep when you are tired, eat when you are hungry." She crawled into bed wearing a pair of p...ink satin panties. She was asleep in no time. It was about noon.One of the helmsmen quickly learned that the Camille was way off course. The mighty winds and currents made the schooner sweep further south to the point where they'd have to go to Tahiti through the back door. Camille pondered whether to make the trip or just go on to their second. He said that she was on vacation. Everyone laughed and said whatever and the topic of conversation moved on to other subjects.I never gave much thought to the conversation with Larry. We all thought that he was shooting off his mouth. On a summer day when there was nothing else to do. I continued my job at the body shop to make enough money to fix my car. It was down for a week and I was saving for the cash to replace the rear wheel bearings.Suddenly, Larry stopped by the shop with a couple of. . not comfortable." That's O.K. Can you remind me of what we talked about last time?" We talked about my son." She stopped again."Well, Ma'am ... by the way, can you at least tell me your first name, so I can know what to call you?" Jennifer didn't even want to give out that much."Call me Jenna," she finally said."Great, thanks Jenna. So, you were saying ... about your son?" Yes, I called about my son." Jenna, please understand that I talk to a lot of people, primarily women, lots of mothers. I was blocked. I had been fighting on a follow up novel to my first novel that had bombed. It was summer time and warm and sunny, but the birds did not sing for me. The money that was keeping me in food and whiskey was dwindling fast. I was at a crossroad; and instead of working on anything publishable, I was doodling on my notepad and looking at pictures of attractive girls on the Internet. That was how I found her. She was on one of those networking sites. I had come across her by accident.