Had I not known, I would have thought it was the drone of the ocean.Once inside, Harlow plopped on my bed, nearly spilling the drink she got "for the ...road." Not wasting any time, she reached into her purse and took out a condom, placing it on the bedside table. With a lascivious wink in my direction, she asked if I minded making out first."Of course I don't mind," I said, sitting down next to her and taking her hand in mine. I looked into her bright green eyes and put my mouth to hers. She. This woman, sister of my late-wife, essentially spread-eagled on my la-z-boy in white yoga pants (with a visible black thong) and tight red University sweatshirt, simply annoyed the fuck out of me when she spoke! Bossy, Know-it-All, mean bitch. The kind of person that lets someone else speak for two reasons: she's either catching her breath or waiting for the speaker to remind her of something else she wants to say. Then, she promptly interrupts the speaker for more of her self-coddling, far. “Yeah, considering what Mrs. Vaughn actually said was that Debbie should seduce me! Not to mention the whole open marriage thing and wanting to have sex with me!” I chuckled.“I doubt Mrs. Vaughn tells her that last one, but the other stuff? As I said, she’ll have a stroke.”I hugged Stephanie and headed out to my car. I picked up Debbie at her house, fending off some fairly obvious flirting from her mom while I waited for Debbie to come downstairs. We drove about fifteen minutes to Bill Knapp’s,. He gets on the radio to call for help:MARIO: "Mayday! Mayday! Mya boat, she issa starting to sink! The motor, she noa wanta start! Pleasa senda help!"AMSA: "This is Maritime Rescue. We acknowledge your signal. Rescue services have been notified."Mario continues to wait, while the boat sinks lower and lower into the water. When the boat is barely afloat, Mario calls again:MARIO: "Mayday! Mya boat, she hassa almost sunk! I needa help NOW!"AMSA: "This is Maritime Rescue. Acknowledged. Our Focker.