I cried out in frustration, swishing my head madly. Then he cranked the rope tighter. Tighter. I was jolted awake by my body’s safety mechanism when...the circulation was cut off. Moments later a battalion of spiky ants began to march through my arm and I rolled onto my back, instinctively wagging to bring the appendage back to life. How long had I been out? Half an hour? An hour? Certainly long enough that the sleep trolls had begun to carpet the inside of my mouth. And sap gently oozed from. I had taken my cloths, and my towel and things to one of the shower cubicles. I was already naked and getting ready to shower when I found I had forgotten my hair conditioner. I thought no problem; I wrapped my towel around my body, and went to my locker.Ry was sitting on the bench in front of our lockers, talking to her mother on the cell phone. I reached into my locker and grabbed my hair conditioner, but somehow I dropped it. It was plastic so no big problem. I bent down to pick it up, and. You see these voyages are long and lonely for the men whomiss their wives and sweethearts back in port. So to cure thismelancholy, one member of the crew is designated to be the Mistress ofthe Wardrobe. This is to help keep the spirits of the crew up and thevoyage safe and quick so everyone profits. All the better for a luckyvoyage, having a fine lady aboard that the men can admire."I nodded my head, of course I knew that getting a profit from theseenterprises was what drove these men and the. At parties I was introduced to many of the most eligible bachelors of the day. One of the most fascinating men that I met wasn’t eligible at all. J.D. Rockefeller was the hard driving owner of Standard Oil of Ohio, which at the time was one of the largest suppliers of kerosene in the country.“During our conversation he indicated to me that he was in the process of moving his corporate headquarters from Cleveland, Ohio to New York City. I would find out later that he was starting a new company.