The neckties around my wrists and ankles were tight. Tighter than usual for sure. So tight in fact, I’d probably have a tough time getting loose if the need arose: like if Pam fell and couldn’t get up or if a fire broke out or some other equally unlikely event. No matter. The odds were slim enough to be almost non-existent. I put it out of my mind, preferring instead to focus on the fun I’d be having in a few short minute...

I stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor, took a left down the hall about thirty feet then took the first right I came to. I stopped directly in front of an expensive, heavy mahogany door with the silver metal numbers 4470 affixed just above a tiny peephole. As usual, I knuckle-tapped the door just loud enough to be heard inside and chanced a nervous glance up and down the hallway. Still empty. Good. I hated bein...

If you use the toilets you have to move the houseboat out of the slip to empty the tanks when you leave. Ron had explained that to us when we arrived the previous day. We’d be here only a couple days and had no intention of going through the hassle of moving the houseboat. It wasn’t worth the trouble when there were community restrooms five minutes away in the center of the docks. We’d spent all day on a scenic boat ride...