She seemed more likely to want to knit me a cardigan. Funny thing was though, somebody had given my John Thomas a friendly squeeze in that crush in the galley and Caddie had been the closest to him at the time. But it was hard to tell which of them had made the low pass . . . And then last and certainly not least was Jill. Jill was black, she wearing pearl earstuds and a pearl necklace, she was laughing a lot and she had a pair of tits underneath her jacket -- well, how the hell she got her life jacket on over them for the ditching drills at the training pool, I don't know. Maybe the safety instructor just figured she could float forever with what nature had already given her