Another contact to TJs net.Despite much interest in House of Tulip, the sales just broke even with the expenses.The relative lack of interest allowed ...TJ and Morg to get into skinnys and work on 737. 737 was a topic of conversation at the evening meals and the coffee afterwards which were becoming the focus of social life on the middle deck. (Charles had his wish to have a 'wet' ship but there was very little consumed apart from an occasional glass of wine at a meal when a bottle was cracked and. Before she could turn the light on, Angela felt someone grip her hand, spin her around and pulled her backwards. She collided with whoever it was that had grabbed her as a hand clamped over her mouth. Thinking that Penny was attempting to recreate some of her stories she was perhaps less panicked than she should have been.Celia was experiencing something similar. As the door swung shut, she too had been gripped with cry-stifling efficiency.It was only when the lights came on and the two girls. Since then, I'd wondered if I would start getting hair-trigger anger, emotional numbness, nightmares or flashbacks. But no, I just remembered, like I remembered my professors at Yale.In a strange way, tonight felt like another op, without body armor. It was a mission into white bubba land. I'd driven the route in google twice, memorizing it. So, predictably, I wanted something to happen. By midnight I was about to drive out to that damned house.The phone tweedled. It was Lynn's number."Hello?". He removed all his clothes, laid beside her as she offered him a tit. He suckled the nipple as she smiled and stroked his face saying “Baby boy am I still good to you? Is my milk still good”? He nodded “yes” to both. She asked him if she was still good to him...down there? Pointing to her cunt. He nodded “yes” then asked “why”? She hugged him saying, “Baby, it's used a lot and as everyone grows their need to use it increases”. He replied, “that's a good thing isn't it! You make us happy! She.