I tried to do what Bob had said would be necessary by keeping the boat headed into the waves. The sea anchor took care of most of that, all I had to d... was check to see that the line didn't rub, try to hang on and not get carried overboard like he had.When the storm had finally blown itself out the first thing I did was to start pumping out all the water that had come aboard. Much had entered the cabin area and from there on into the bilge. A full stroke on the handle of the little wobble pump. He slipped his arm behind me slowly, and ran a thick, but gentle finger lightly down my bare back, caressing my spine. I dissolved into a immediate pool of lust. There was something about the total power of his gesture, the possessiveness of it, that turned me on. Under my dress, my flesh stiffened, and tendrils of wanting curled snake-like in my belly. He gave me a look telling me he could feel my reaction. His hand went lower, and his thumb brushed across the small of my back. Wanting to stop. You realize that the Marine Corps is a part of the Department of the Navy.”“Yes, I do. The Men’s department.”He chuckled a bit shaking his head. “You’ve been hanging around Mr. Pope way too much.”I happened to glance at the clock, it was just after noon. I needed to get ready for my appointment at Nordstrom’s.“Well, I hate to cut this short, but I have an appointment to get ready for and it’s a long drive. Can you let Mom know that I probably won’t be home for dinner.”“No problem.”“Thanks. I haven’t moved, but I feel like we’re impossibly far off the ground. If I look down or look around or move at all, I know I’m going to fall a million miles. ‘Om,’ and this time I don’t even feel like it’s my lips saying it anymore. It feels like the sound from my previous repetitions has come back like a reverberation all the way from infinity, and all I have to do now is let it repeat itself endlessly. Part of me quite shamelessly wonders what the fuck those flower petals are and whether I.