We both slip into bed, something that has not happened in a while even though she is almost a permanent guest now.Fey is trying hard to look sad and a...noyed as she says to me in her soft, seductive voice, "I had no idea how evil you truly are. You almost killed your own father tonight."I correct her, "He is not my father, only the sperm donor. The only father I recognize he admitted to killing. I'll sleep great tonight. You got to give me some credit, I let my mom live. I haven't killed dad. Maybe he is coming down with something. That spare bedroom isn’t the warmest place to sleep.”I said nothing in reply and just got ready to go to a meeting with some clients who were visiting the area and who usually asked me for a drink after we had finished our meeting.“I’ll try and get back early,” I said “so we can all have a drink before you go back to work.”“No booze for me, but yes let’s get together. Mike’s off home again tomorrow.”That evening after we had our promised drink (just tonic. I relaxed and tried to calm myself. For the first time since the storm I saw the captain up close and I was astonished to see how old he looked. He looked ancient, tired and beaten and waiting to die. "I am sorry for what has happened, my dear. But God controls the oceans, not Man." "You are speaking of the storm, captain? The storm is not the problem! Your man out there treated me like a common serving girl! Your servant _slapped_ me. He struck me, he did! I am the daughter of a Lord,. " I wanted to take her right into the bedroom when we entered her house, but she held me off. "We have all night and I'll need a shower and we don't need to be interrupted when your bag arrives." It was enough that she knew I was eager. I knew as she rubbed my hardness that she meant to please me later. We dined. The wine was exquisite. Bursting with flavors I've never experienced from a wine before. Everything tasted wonderful. Everything seemed brighter and more colorful. Everything smelled.