simon then turned up to play gooseberry , so after making a date of it i reluctantly left , but i would return , and at the crack of mid-day i stood on their pontoon and watched breena edge the g wizz ( or g to her friends ) towards the jetty , she had just negotiated a new mortgage at the fuel bunker to top up the tanks , and after nimbly climbing on board ( and sucking in my tummy at the same time ) she eased the launch out into the mirror smooth mediterranean .