“You are wearing a thin sleeveless shirt tied under your perky and quite sizable and attractive braless breasts with your nipples poking through the...material. You have on skimpy little Daisy Duke shorts showing the cheeks of your cute little ass, worn over glittery black fine weave fishnet pantyhose, and five-inch black and silver platform high heeled sandals that would make a gentleman’s club stripper or pole dancer proud. Your makeup, with the sexy eye shadow and red voluptuous lipstick. Her strawberry blonde hair flowed down her back in luxuriant waves and she bore a noble face with a slightly upturned nose that she thought to be her best feature. Her breasts represented the only disappointment she had with her body, but she was saving for an augmentation to improve upon the measly A cup that nature had bestowed on her. Christine’s skin was pale, betraying her Scottish heritage. As a rule she avoided the sun for fear of the freckles that had afflicted her as a young. They had just spent their first day on the ship swimming, lounging on beach chairs and making fun of other tourists, and had gone ball-room dancing… Michael had taken his shower first and was planning a surprise for her the next day when she stepped out wearing just a towel, her hair still wet and her skin glistening from the water. ‘Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you are?’, Michael said as he smiled. ‘Just about every day…’, she grinned back at him. He had helped himself to his feet and drew. "I reply, "Yeah especially after Stacy told me about what really happened between her and Ben. Liz I've read some sexy as hell books, but..."Liz cuts me off, "Sam, I highly doubt what Stacy told you was true. She's just trying to get Jens worked up so I sure as hell don't want you talking about it. Now there's going to be a change in plans. We were on the phone with Linus and they had a big shootout at a truck stop. While they were driving away, something happened and their phone went dead..