And as closing time approached she actually seemed to settle into a heightened, deeply focused state of awareness. She watched for him.There was no s...ign of him. At five minutes to closing the library was empty. Three minutes… one minute… time. Theresa didn’t care. She knew.She locked the door, loaded her cart and began walking slowly towards the back.He wasn’t at the computer, and for a moment Theresa began to doubt. Then she turned… and saw him waiting, hands at his sides, between two. I move down a little to work shoulders and upper back. Reaching down your side and feeling your breast. My hands circling your back, reaching down to cup a breast when you roll slightly to your side. Then going lower on your back, feel my cock now tracing the split between your two moons. Pushing my hips up slightly. Feel my balls making contact due to your thrust, then slide slightly lower, and massage your lower back and cheeks. My breathing is getting heavier; you are in control. I. Last, anything like a keel made it harder to pull the ship out of the water. Beaching it at night was harder, and pulling it out for repairs was harder. You needed a purpose-built set of ‘ways’ to slide the ship on when you pulled it out, with support for the hull but slots for the keel(s) to go in so the weight of the entire ship didn’t rest on the keel.When we’d pulled Wrong Place out for its overhaul, I had frankly ignored that problem because the keel wasn’t that deep, and we were pulling. Once I dried off, I slipped into my new flip-flops and flapped back to my room. Then I went through my morning routine. Finally, I got dressed.I stuffed my books into my backpack, grabbed my class schedule card, and headed out.Wait! There’s something I’m forgetting... I set my backpack down, turned around, and searched for some paper.Terry, I wrote, sorry I missed you again. I’ll be in class till 2:00. Hope to see you then. Signed “Paul.”Then I taped it to the mirror.With that, I grabbed my.