It’s a sad, sorry state of affairs.”
What the fuck? Ok XXX Tired after doing my errands, I retired to the cockpit with a cold beer in hand. Then I got rougher. She wore a loose-fitting dress of sorts, hanging like a tent off her shoulders. We sat this way, two strangers just snuggled up to each other, for a good half hour without saying a word. Eventually, I fired up a joint. Hold on, Sailor. By her movements, you could just tell that she knew her way around a boat. They had that spark, that twinkle, that told you how special she was. Do you have a name, or would you rather remain anonymous?” “No, I’m Ida.
