“Morning? What time is it?” Sitting up, Reed looked around to find a clock to tell the time from. Giggling, Susan slowed her husband’s frantic a...tions, her smile never leaving her lips. “I’m kidding Reed, its 8 PM.”Sighing, Reed slumped back down on his chair and exhaled, getting a peck on the forehead from Susan just as she moved to stand beside his chair and look over what he had been researching. Finding several vials and samples that Reed had already gone over and gave up on. “What did you. Stanley arrived on board while Charlene and Genie were inthe galley, chatting away like old friends and workingtogether on the meal.We shook hands introduced ourselves. It made me feel likea real man, greeting this wealthy fellow aboard his ownboat as if I were his equal. Well, this was America afterall.It was all very seductive, and I was very proud of Geniethat despite her lack of makeup and jewelry, her simplehaircut and simple clothes, she seemed to just fit rightin with these wealthy. But maybe I don’t need to leave Tuesday. Is one more night with you is okay?”She was on the edge of tears, so I said that yes, she could stay. I would release her Wednesday morning. She could be sure of it. I proved it. “Otherwise I never would have taken the risk of our little drive in the truck.” Since actions speak louder than words that told her I was not fibbing. Which brought another emotional release. I took her in my arms, because I know that is what people do, and the waterworks. I looked up at his face and he was tall like 5'6, handsome, and blonde. I looked at him, smiled, and said "Why no, you can sit with me..." He sat down next to me. He was dressed as if he was in a Ralph Lauren ad (khaki pants, button-down shirt, vest, tie, and black shoes). He had a face like Prince William and a perfect smile like Jude Law.He said to me "Hello miss. My name is Brandon." as he held out his hand. I held out my hand and introduced myself "Nice to meet you. I'm Clara."." Clara..