She’d probably let you stay if I vouch for you.”“God, Danny, I wasn’t looking for a freebee here! I said cheap, not free.”“You’re gonna ...eed what savings you have. Let me check things out at the next stop, okay?”“Danny, I’m not ... I’ll not put out for room and board, okay? I mean, I’ve done things with guys, but never, you know... ?”“Never for material reasons?” Danny asked.“Yeah, that. I just wanna make it clear. I’m not like that.”If he was honest, Danny’s thoughts had indeed wandered into. Inside the ship you breathe air that's been closed up for days. It's clean, but flavorless (unless the cooks are making something smelly, like fish!).Outside the ship in Recife, you noticed the air immediately. It was different! You seemed to be able to smell fruits you had never tasted with rotting jungle vegetation, the ocean, seafood and a host of smaller city-smells mixed in too.The second thing that hit you was the tropical heat and humidity. It was akin to walking into a brick wall; it. Libby Williams was conducting a forty strong choir singing carols at the village hall during the afternoon of Christmas Eve. Hermoine and Bruno had been dragooned into it. Court's father played the piano. The majority of the choir went to midnight mass that night so pleased were they with their singing. It was a rousing service.On Christmas Day the Crown was open for drinks and snacks closing after the Queen's Speech. It seemed that the entire village was there. Very few of the regular diners. Fortunately the loose top hid both this and my unique waistband. Fortunate because even I had worked out that Richard was getting me dressed so we could go out someway special.It was as I teetering long, feeling extremely awkward is all sorts of ways, towards the front door when I realized that this was not a good time to be going out locked into Richard’s torment thong. I got Richard’s attention before we got out the door by giving his arm, that I was holding onto for support, a little squeeze.