But our reservation for the ferry was non-refundable so we had to meet the deadline and off we went to the town of Haines. After a 45 minute ferry rid...e, we disembarked at the town pier and motored onto the main drag. It was a quaint town, a big fishing village actually and we stopped to walk around and look at the sites. Since it was getting late in the afternoon, after only a few stops into unique little shops, we decided to go check into a motel for the evening. We picked a nice one of. Mark was truly becomingCissy BeBe the clown.Over the next week Monica and Julie taught Mark how to perform his partof their skit using the reinforced baby carriage. At several points inthe act he'd get dumped out of the carriage and happily tossed back intoit face first. There was a mechanical trigger that allowed the carriageto dump and Mark was taught to launch himself into the air before comingdown into a forward role and a jump.He was learning to juggle his large over size baby bottle. Her breasts were beautiful, slightly flattened since she was on her back. Her pubic hair looked soft and fine, accenting her sex rather than hiding it."Use the pitcher to wet her down. The washcloth and soap are over there. Her arms and her legs below the knees are done."I wet her torso and soaped up the washcloth. I'd scraped the soap and water off her back with a bare hand and I'd dried her with the towel. Neither had the sensual feeling of gliding the soapy washcloth over her. I did her. Day 144 Monday, March 14When we got home from school, Claude had the shaft fixed and had already installed it on the BrushHog. I changed clothes and got to work.The field we were going to plant was mostly level. It had been farmed until four years ago, but there had been a lot of tall weeds grow up and fall over. There had also been a few small trees start to grow, but nothing the BrushHog couldn't handle.I put in almost four hours on the tractor before I finally called it quits for the night..