Chapter 85 I'm in love

• I get up from my chair, grab Loraine by her waist and just ignore that bastard.
• We walk down the terrace to the dock where my boat is moored. “Which one shall we take? An entire yacht is not that intimate. Let's choose a smaller catamaran”, I say to my girlfriend loud enough that it is clearly audible from the terrace.
• A waitress quickly brings us a picnic basket, but I plan to moor in the other jetty because there is a well-stocked winery there. Dale likes wine, Loraine likes it too, although I see her more often with liqueurs. When I open the basket, I immediately see the note. That scares me back, but I have a good idea from who that came from. Presumably, he's now looking in my direction to see if I've noticed and read it. Well, then he will be standing there and waiting a very long time!