It didn’t take too long for Emma to notice that a wet patch was forming on the crotch area on her jeans. Embarrassed she moved her arms down to cove... the area hoping that the driver would not smell it. Jess noticed this and shot a dirty look at Emma who immediately lifted her arms back onto the back of the seats. The journey seemed to last longer than it should for Emma and she could of sworn she saw the driver on more than one occasion look at her through the mirror. Once they had. The Porterfield was the third ship outboard of the USS Prairie (a Destroyer Tender) which meant we weren’t going anywhere soon. In fact it began to look even better as the anchor windlass (the machinery that in part reels the anchor chain in) was dangling from a crane. Further aft another crane was hoisting what looked suspiciously like the ships evaporator (the machinery that converts sea water to fresh water) from the bowels of the ship, and even further aft still there was a gaping hole in. Béla sighed."What is it?" Jake asked."I was just thinking," she admitted. "I'd like to fly." But you can fly," Jake replied, not understanding."No, goof ball," Béla said. Then she clarified what she meant. "I'd like to fly – now!" Oh!" replied Jake. They started to untangle themselves from each other and get up. Then Jake stopped. "Can I undress you?" he asked."What?" Béla asked, caught off guard. "Why?" Well, 'cause I like to take your clothes off," he answered, the grin feeling strange on his. Her kiss was just as long and just as sloppy as Mia's. Her lips weren't as full as Mia's, but she tasted like cinnamon, which is one of my favorite flavors. Anyway, I started to get lightheaded from lack of oxygen."Girls, girls, don't kill him in the first five minutes." That was Shelly talking, I think.Shay broke the kiss with a loud SMACK and then sighed theatrically as I set her down. I glanced over at Mom to see her reaction and saw her giving Shelly a kiss, on the lips. It was a chaste.