For shirts I'd done a better job(at least I thought the night before), but my sense in matching didn't really appear to match with the other kids goin... on this trip. A white sleeveless t-shirt started my shirts off, being that I always cut the sleeves off of every t-shirt I owned for personal comfort. Next was the long sleeve gray and black polo that was thin and light, but the only long sleeve shirt that I felt comfortable wearing with the sleeves actually not rolled up on. A thin set of. It's up to you." But ... it's just that--" I'm too old."Jason's head shot up and he blurted, "Oh no, you're beautiful." Immediately, his cheeks turned bright red and his chin lowered to his chest.Mrs. Jenson couldn't hold back the broad smile that spread across her face. It was an ego boost for a teenage boy to find her attractive, and his nervousness was cute. For the first time she felt a warmth towards the boy."Jason, come sit next to me."The teenager looked up and saw Mrs. Jenson patting. Yes, even old stuff like me can cry like a little child sometimes.” “Sorry to bother you with unpleasant questions.” “Hey, no need to be sorry. It’s no big deal, you know?” A few moments of silence passed before she bit her under lip and looked at me shyly. “Everything alright, Den?” I asked her. “Can I call you Markie?” she asked barely forming the words correctly. I had to laugh about that. “And that’s what you’re being so shy for? You don’t need to be shy in front of me at all, Den” I. When I arrived at the dock to go on board, I was greeted by three handsome young men who all were very nice to me. They were the crew for the yacht, wearing slick white uniforms that made them glow in the sunlight.I was welcomed aboard the yacht, a 60 footer, by the extremely handsome captain who greeted me with a "Welcome aboard!" and a handshake. He showed me to my cabin and explained the meal times to me and he told me that once we were at sea "clothing would be optional" for me. As he said.