<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>On the yacht at a marina, God knows where<br/>Not broke, but certainly naked, sticky, and confused</strong><br/>It was still a night, that much was obvious. And whereever this place was, there was nobody currently in sight. But she can see the beams of a car approaching. Perhaps it wasn't headed there?<br/>Then again, maybe it was. No way to know, and there was little time to act if one wanted to avoid meeting those in the car.<br/>The place seemed to be an yacht club, she thinks. There was probably a guard or two, too, but they're unlikely to be on the watch for people trying to exit - or might even be asleep in the little house overlooking all the boats.