<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708134603396928067</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:36:50.424-07:00</updated><category term='adventure'/><category term='SAILING'/><category term='New York'/><category term='novel'/><category term='Pulp Fiction'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='aalexia'/><category term='CARRIBEAN'/><category term='exerpt'/><category term='mystery'/><title type='text'>noo yawk lady</title><subtitle type='html'>Who is noo yawk lady Aalexia: a Harvard MBA looking for excitement, or a spy for a family owned money laundry, or perhaps an undercover agent for the DEA? Stay tuned as she rides out the most powerful hurricane of the century to accomplish her mission in a most unusual way</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooyawklady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708134603396928067/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooyawklady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tom Corbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389871021209499233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCIHKX68FIo/TZ2PzBh_2kI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bsn5-4jKPec/s220/tom%2Bbw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708134603396928067.post-330791510665864213</id><published>2010-08-12T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:05:57.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAILING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aalexia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exerpt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARRIBEAN'/><title type='text'>Noo Yawk Lady</title><content type='html'>Soon after Noo Yawk Lady, Aalexia Nielsen, comes aboard Ship to help Captain Ashtyn Weathersby (Ash) update his super computer, deigned to steal money from the ForEx, Ash mysteriously disappears, leaving rough and ready first mate, Roque Durand, in command of the luxury yacht anchored off the harbor at St. Georges, Grenada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Roque enlists the help of his friend, John Murphy, gumshoe/barkeep at the Black Pearl, in his search for Ash, John learns that a woman, Sharon Fairchild, found him floating in shark-infested water, and whisked him off to her mansion, Ferndale, in Palm Beach, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roque sends John to Palm Beach to search for Ash just as Hurricane Mariah forces Roque to hoist anchor to seek a safe haven. Of necessity, Aalexia is along for the ride but keeps Roque off balance by the conflicting statements she makes. Baring her soul, she reluctantly admits that she is married to Sharon’s son Fernando and dispatched to steal Ash’s money machine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Sharon keeps Ash on a short leash while she attempts to join forces with the Captain on her terms, eventually arranging a shotgun wedding complete with a prenuptial agreement reciprocally giving her title to his assets upon his death. Roque wins Aalexia’s allegiance and she agrees to convince Sharon that the money machine is booby=trapped, and only Ash can defuse it, thereby deferring her plans for his demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon’s problem is she has cut off her only money laundry client, a Chinese Triad, thereby angering them to the point they are plotting retaliation against her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end hurricane Mariah makes an unexpected turn north and hits Florida with 150 mph winds, making it Florida’s most powerful in over a century. Along with the wind and the rain, Mariah brings resolution to all of Aalexia’s problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708134603396928067-330791510665864213?l=nooyawklady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooyawklady.blogspot.com/feeds/330791510665864213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nooyawklady.blogspot.com/2010/05/aalexia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708134603396928067/posts/default/330791510665864213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708134603396928067/posts/default/330791510665864213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooyawklady.blogspot.com/2010/05/aalexia.html' title='Noo Yawk Lady'/><author><name>Tom Corbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389871021209499233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCIHKX68FIo/TZ2PzBh_2kI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bsn5-4jKPec/s220/tom%2Bbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708134603396928067.post-3492278759653318621</id><published>2010-04-10T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:29:40.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pulp Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>NEW YORK GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.contemplator.com/sea/nygirls.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contemplator.com/sea/nygirls.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contemplator.com/sea/nygirls.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiEbAPxa4HA"&gt;New York Girls Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a traditional American sailing tune. It may also known as  &lt;i&gt;Can't You Dance the Polka?&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I walked out on South Street,&lt;br /&gt;a fair maid I did meet&lt;br /&gt;Who asked  me please to see her home&lt;br /&gt;she lived on Bleecker  Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;And away, you Johnny,&lt;br /&gt;my dear honey&lt;br /&gt;Oh you New  York girls,&lt;br /&gt;you love us for our money&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "My dear young  lady,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stranger here in town&lt;br /&gt;I left my ship just yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;from  Liverpool I was bound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her out to Tiffany's,&lt;br /&gt;I spared her no  expense&lt;br /&gt;I bought her two gold earrings,&lt;br /&gt;they cost me fifteen  cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Come with me, dearie,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand you to a  treat&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy you rum and brandy,&lt;br /&gt;dear, and tab-nabs for to  eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we reached the barroom, boys,&lt;br /&gt;the drinks was handed  round&lt;br /&gt;That liquor was so awful strong,&lt;br /&gt;my head went round and  round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the drinking it was over,&lt;br /&gt;we straight to bed did go&lt;br /&gt;And  little did I ever think&lt;br /&gt;she'd prove my overthrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to next  morning,&lt;br /&gt;I had an aching head&lt;br /&gt;And there was I, Jack-all-alone,&lt;br /&gt;stark  naked on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked all around the room,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing could I  see&lt;br /&gt;But a lady's shift and apron&lt;br /&gt;which now belonged to  me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was silent,&lt;br /&gt;the hour was eight o'clock&lt;br /&gt;I put my shift  and apron on&lt;br /&gt;and headed for the dock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shipmates seein' me come  aboard,&lt;br /&gt;these words to me did say&lt;br /&gt;"well well, old chap, you've lost your  cap&lt;br /&gt;since last you went away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this the new spring fashion&lt;br /&gt;the  ladies wear ashore?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the shop that sells it?&lt;br /&gt;Have they got any  more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Man cried, "why Jack, my boy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could have  found&lt;br /&gt;A better suit than that, by far,&lt;br /&gt;to buy for eighty  pounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come all you bully sailormen,&lt;br /&gt;take warning when  ashore&lt;br /&gt;Or else you'll meet some charming girl&lt;br /&gt;who's nothing but a  whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hard-earned cash will disappear,&lt;br /&gt;your rig and boots as  well&lt;br /&gt;For Yankee girls are tougher than&lt;br /&gt;the other side of  Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708134603396928067-3492278759653318621?l=nooyawklady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.contemplator.com/sea/nygirls.html' title='NEW YORK GIRLS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooyawklady.blogspot.com/feeds/3492278759653318621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nooyawklady.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-york-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708134603396928067/posts/default/3492278759653318621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708134603396928067/posts/default/3492278759653318621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooyawklady.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-york-girls.html' title='NEW YORK GIRLS'/><author><name>Tom Corbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389871021209499233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCIHKX68FIo/TZ2PzBh_2kI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bsn5-4jKPec/s220/tom%2Bbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
