Why on earth had she gone to bed without putting on her nightgown or getting under the covers? she asked herself uneasily. Rubbing her eyes, the curva...eous redhead attempted to stand up only to collapse back upon the bed as a wave of dizziness surged through her aching head. Was she sick maybe? Or... or... a faint shred of memory wafted through her disoriented brain, and without quite remembering just why, she felt guilty and ashamed, and in some inexplicable way different from the way she'd. After I hopped the fence, I followed her over to the filter, adjusting my bathing suit in a completely futile attempt at hiding my interest. As she bent over, it became difficult for me to focus on the filter; the blue bikini bottom slipped a little further into the crack of her cheeks. Gallantly, however, I peered over her shoulder (ok, ok, occasionally I snuck a glance at her impressive cleavage) and paid attention. After moving around her, I looked at the pressure gauge, which was way too. "No problem...I have plenty of film," Maria said as she slipped from the room.Belinda was still in the bathroom trying to work up the courage to go out. 'How bad can the next four days be?' she thought. 'It's just 96 hours and I'll be back to my old self. I can do this.'Maria was coming back down the hall when the bathroom door opened and Belinda came out."Oh, you're just in time. We are going to take pictures of everyone before we leave," Maria said."Please, don't feel you have to include. The Captain said, "That is beautiful Mr. Boz. What are your intentions for this piece of work?" The owners may have his work; the work I did a few days ago; and the one I will do soon for a period of twenty years. During this time they will ensure that they stay physically on this ship. At the end of that time you will get the first painting, Esperanza will get this new one and the last will belong to Emilio. If those people have not survived the paintings will go to their estate. They may not.