.. that’s what. Beaches, hung lifeguards, sun ... warmth! What was it last night? 52? Can’t we go any faster?”“CynthiaMae Flintkote, you’re ...the one who wanted to swap the Basilisk for the Sailbait.” JW said. “If you wanted fast we should have kept the Cat.”“Basilisk was falling apart... Sailbait had just been through refit.”“You’re a vindictive wench.”“Ah ... recognition ... and I didn’t have to be a dead artist.”“I’m not talking to you for a week.”And he didn’t. He wrote down instructions and. Our suitcases had been unpacked for us and we had nothing to do but relax. I took Shelley’s hand and lead her to the foot of the giant bed. I looked in her eyes and they radiated back love and lust that I could not resist. I moved my hands to the front of her suit jacket and unbuttoned it tossing it on the chair beside the bed. I unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks which also joined her jacket. I took off her blouse and took in a breath. She was still a very beautiful woman after two children. .. wow!”“Becky, may I please feel your muscles,” Gloria asked.“Sure,” Becky chirped, as something heavy hit the ground so hard that it shook the house. “Go ahead. Twy to move me. Just twy. I dare you.”“Me too,” Courtney cried. “I want to ... Oh. My. God ... So big ... So hard...”My curiosity got the better of me. I opened the door just a crack and looked downstairs. Becky Finklestein had her back to me. She was flexing her arms, and they were so big that her sweatsuit wrapped around them like. Finally she lay back on the slightly padded blanket. She reached her hands above her head, seeking the pitons. Twisting, she used her left hand to secure her right in its piton and then stretched out for the remaining restraint. By working the cuff round on her wrist, she was able to estimate when the metal loop was underneath her hand. If she then brought her hand down sharply on the piton, the loop should engage the spring-loaded clasp. It took her a couple of attempts, but finally she heard.