What can I say? Met her through my work. She was an executive with a
very large company, brilliant in her field, a former ballet dancer. She
was a 90 knot wind heeling me over, and driving me forward. I knew I
should bare up, strike my sails, launch a drogue, raise a storm sail,
and ride it out. But oh no, not me. I took in a couple of reefs and
rode the waves. The wind, however, kept shifting until I was driving on
a lee shore with rigging and masts over the side. The wreck, it was not
a pretty one.

Turns out she was a morphine addict. And I thought I had lost my mind.




"katysails" wrote in message
...
Think of the last no good, lying bitch with whom you were in love.
You
knew she was lying, you caught her enough at it, but she sill managed
to
bam-boozel her way out, until you were keeping notes on what she said
and then you got the knife and.... oh never mind.


Whoa, Jer....you gotta pick better women...where'd you find someone
like that???

--
katysails
s/v Chanteuse
Kirie Elite 32
http://katysails.tripod.com

"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should
relax
and get used to the idea." - Robert A. Heinlein