..." And for some reason I immediately thought, "Maybe she's not as 'fresh' as she'd like to be. Should I offer to let her go take a shower? What if i...'s not that at all?" Before the flood of possibilities could flow much longer she whispered, "Just don't hate me." "I may have hated you, a little, after you broke my heart but I'm done hating you," I told her. "You don't understand," she said, "I broke it off because I was scared. I'd never felt that way about another guy." "Wow," I said, taken. I did it to gamble plus Helen likes to spend time at the pool.Come to think of it do you remember the first day on our cruise the black guy sitting at the bar? I was talking to him about all the ins and outs of the cruise ship gambling since he has been here before. He sure did like to look at you when you were in the pool. He did not know you were my wife. Nice fellow, in shape , our age and you could have had a fling with him. Gave you something to do besides the pool as I gambled.I just had. I quickly became used to the sound of the SLR shutter working on multi-shot mode capturing the nice firm beauty of their curves and form. This was voyeurism at its finest.Pat who was in the lead, was wearing a loose sleeveless T-Shirt and some very short baggy shorts and as he was always the first over or through any of the obstacles. It became obvious that he was dressed commando style as his cock or ball bag would hang down through the leg opening as he climbed over a rock or tree branch. “Dallas,” he replied.“What brings you all the way out here?” I pressed.“Work,” he replied.The internet connection was slow and I apologized.“Everything out here is slow,” he replied.“Slow can be good,” I teased, flipping my hair back over my shoulder.He wiped one of his eyes with a lone finger.The connection died. I apologized and asked him for his card and swiped it a second time.“It looks like you’re having a party,” I noted, looking at the beer and his Doritos as we waited for the card to.