Tilda smiled and said ‘Hi Danny’. She waved cutely and let the tank top strap fall off her shoulder. They started to talk, about just day to day ...run of the mill stuff. Tilda was acting so innocent yet perfectly enticing. Danny watched as Tilda played with her hair, continuously lifting the strap back onto her shoulder and letting it fall again. She knew he had a thing for bare shoulders. In his mind’s eye Danny could picture himself standing behind Tilda and playing with her hair and massaging. The contents, although ample for a trip, didnothing to overload the table top. Finally, the task was completed andBeatrice was angry. "I must speak to the Captain at once," shesnarled. "This must be remedied immediately." Frightened, Marianneasked, "What is wrong, Madam? Exasperated, Beatrice smiled,"Mademoiselle, a lady of your standings needs far more than the fewitems that you brought with you, are there more clothing and shoescoming?" Marianne again confused, shook her head. Just. This wasn’t the Chrissy I remembered. The Chrissy I remembered was a young girl that loved to come visit me and play with my two cats. Sometimes she would stop just outside the front garden on her little bicycle and watch the kittens. Yes, it was that long ago.This was a different Chrissy. She was about 175 and it looked like her long blonde hair came down half of that. She was wearing a thin summer dress that reached just above her knees. From there all the way down to her toes she was. Of course for most readers nothing in this paragraph makes any sense whatsoever, does it?I do that a lot ... Stop making sense, I mean. Burning down the house too, but my girlfriend is better than yours, especially when she takes me to the river ... but that's a wild, wild life during wartime ... are you keeping up? Most people don't know I'm really David Byrne, but it does explain quite a bit. Don't you think?Ummm ... Thirdly, just because there should be another point I want to make, uh ....