I began to notice that the sympathy and the 2-3 weeks close proximity and open friendship was making a few changes in our relationship. She was leanin... and half hugging me and putting her arms around me from behind and even putting her face against mine and then couple of lip touch to my cheek and neck and comments about how I am all work and no play and should have a gal in life and so on.Slowly I was getting attracted and I was slowly hugging her back and one day even kissed her cheek back. Some of my successes. None of my failures. How I knew the staff, and could get the best out of them. And finally, without a slide, I told them that I had recently split with my wife, but that they should have no worries about me not working properly. I was fully committed.I sat down. I was pleased with myself. Whether I got the job or not, I knew I had given it my best shot. Charlie leant across the empty chair between us to squeeze my arm.Neil looked around the table. "Pamela, what are your. “Will Stirling.”“Harker,” the sailor said. “What the hell do we need nine smallboats for?” There it was. Will knew if he gave an inch they’d hound him about it forever.“A magic trick,” Will said with a wry grin.“I hope it involves you turning invisible. Lace wants to hang ya,” Harker chuckled.“Usually people have to meet me first before they want me dead. Who’s Lace?” Will asked.Harker gestured with his head toward the mast. “Take a guess.”“She’s your rigging master?” Will asked. “I hear. "Yup," said a shocked Gen."Well, the therapy room is downstairs, that way," said the man."Okay," said Gen."Name is Rod, by the way," said the man.The scared brunette went down to the therapy room which was quite a large room. Gen entered a room that had a bed and two couches on it while the rest of it was empty. So far, Gen was still scared but she decided to sit down on one of the couches. Gen waited for Rod to come in and a few minutes later, he did but what Gen saw shocked her. The brunette.