We remembered that we were expected back at the party so hurriedly cleaned ourselves up, dressed and scooted back. Our hostess, my friend Pauline grin...ed knowingly and asked whether we had got lost or something.That experience with Sue had some very strange repercussions, a few weeks later, at a squadron dance. I had started dancing with the current girl friend and found that it was a sort of Paul Jones dance where everyone changed partners when the music changed. I found myself dancing with. Whereas the house maids and restaurant waiters wore black uniforms the breakfast staff all wore white, high-necked, blouses and black skirts with white aprons. It was yet another example of the ways in which the traditions of the hotel were continued in spite of the change in gender for the serving staff.Their waiter brought them coffee and buck's fizz (Why isn't it called 'doe's fizz', Effie thought.) and took their order. It was hard for the girls to resist the appeal of a cooked breakfast. I won’t tell you the things I know now, because bitterness speaks with an uglier voice than memories of a time that was so treasured as it happened. There we were, two fisherfolk, looking to sea and watching the sun set as we stayed side by side, I sitting up the harbour’s top wall steps so that I was shoulder to shoulder with him as he stood on the lower deck. It was about this point when I began to get really nervous, stumbling over my words in my anxiety, telling him my Bestest Crap Fish. " Website?" (Still playing dumb, but different topic now.)"Yeah, we put some pics up on DisplayYourMeat, a photo sharing site. All the shots are anonymous, no faces, but we do comparison pics and a few action shots. You wanna check it out?" Mm, sure. Let's see how you guys look."He hopped over to the computer and turned it on, then switched the big screen to it. He logged in and brought up the site, and logged in. He ran through the pics, and they looked even better on the screen. It was.