With high pressure in control, we had a gentle south-westerly breeze to take us down river, it was a little before midday. Jenni made cheese sandwiche...s and coffee and we took turns at the wheel while eating. The run downriver was uneventful, but as we got to Shotley we met S.B. "Thistle" on her way down the Stour to the open sea. Sailing Barges, are, alas, now just a rare "heritage" feature of the East Coast.They once carried just about anything to just about anywhere from Plymouth to Newcastle. I tried to move around the rock. Nothing, it was firmly stuck. I looked up. The beautiful adolescent Aethling was standing in front of me in my poorly lit cave. Tears fell freely from her pale face."Are you going to live?" she asked, her voice tremblingI groaned in the affirmative."Good..." she paused..."you stole my shadow you bastard," she said finally ... though this time it was barely more than a whisper.I couldn't help laughing, even though most of my diaphragm had stalagmite through it."I. I wish I could haveheard more, but for some reason I am bad with weed, and wind upwith stomach cramps which can only be alleviated by sleep. And soI give up.I remember another makeup experience. It's spring, and gettingtoward the end of the school year, so we are all a lot morecavalier about cutting classes and fucking around inside theschool building, and we are able to get away with much more thanever before, thanks to seniority. It's yearbook picture day - notthe day that individual pictures. Joey groaned as he tried to stand up and found that he was stiff from crouching down by the hole. His dick was rock hard too. He’d have to do something about that.He had to beat off twice before he could get to sleep.The next morning Joey woke up early and was wide awake. He knew since his parents were gone he’d have to fix his own breakfast. He decided to make pancakes and watch cartoons. Without thinking, he went to the kitchen dressed only in his jockey shorts. He was standing at the stove.