Conversation was light and uninteresting as we ate, Jess kept looking at me and smiling but I kept turning away. Was she sorry she hit me? Or just mes...ing with me? I didn't know.I retreated to my room as fast as I could after I had finished eating without asking to be excused. I crashed back onto my bed and must've fallen asleep, next thing I knew I was stirring awake. My bedside lamp was on and someone was sitting next to me."John, we have to talk" she whispered, my eyes finally focused on. Both the guy and the gal can cum, pretty much at the same time." She looked at me and one of her funny grins came over her face. "I've heard girls say they don't like it. I can't understand why."I smiled and reached over to gently stroke her arm. "We've discussed this before, that what we've been doing is 'making love'. There's a difference between making love and fucking. Farm animals fuck because there is no love between them. With humans, if both partners do things with love and. Days were coming and going. And finally, after two months, the doctors told me that now I can have sex without any problem. My husband was planning to come to stay few days with his parents and I will be going with him back to Delhi once again.The days appeared to be too long and too boring for me and the nights were too tormenting, as I wish always to be in the arms of my wonderful loving and fucker husband, remembering my breasts fondled and crushed by his powerful hands, and my love-hole. There was also a transducer (it had "transducer" written on it), which I knew was a type of underwater microphone. I made a mental note to keep my singing to a minimum.There was no sign of any reaction occurring on the surface (I had one sight blob up there), so I stayed where I was and kept searching the pier, the carrier's hull (outside and inside), and the intervening seabed.The carrier was the USS Harry S. Truman (CVN-75), the most modern of all the carriers that could've been here,.