"What are these Chelsea?" They are invitations for both of you to read."His mother opened her's first followed by his sister. His sister keptputting h...r hand over her mouth as she read it. Both ladies had smileson their faces.They looked at each other when they were finished and nodded theirheads. Mother got two pens and both women penned their positiveresponse to the invitations. They handed them back to Chelsea with biggrins on their faces. Chelsea curtsied and left to give then to. Lately it had been a nod only when he got home. “Hello” he said “you sound happy”. She just smiled. The sort of smile that had been missing for years. He went into the living room and picked up the paper. “Don’t get too comfortable” Millie called out “dinner will be ready in 15 minutes”. He read the paper until Millie yelled out “it’s on the table sweetheart”. Sweetheart? She hadn’t called him that since….he couldn’t remember when.He went into the dining room to find his favourite, fish and. She had a tight arse, a nice rack and at least some height.He still remembered that strange look she had given him when he had hinted that they would become very good friends on the trip. The next thing he knew, she and that Italian looking guy, Kyle, who she hung around with, were gone.He had to make do with Glenda for the four months they had spent on the ship. The other members of his crew were not happy that he didn’t share, Ferris in particular. Allan had learnt that Ferris and Glenda had. " "No, I do ..." She pauses the unsaid ‘but' left hanging in the air. "Tell me." She looks a little sheepish and then blurts: "I thought I might be in it more." Bloody, egocentric cow. "But all we did together yesterday was have coffee and I did mentionthat ... I mean, I can't really just write a blog about you and me having coffee because nobody will read it." "S'pose." "What were you expecting? What did you think I'd write about you?" "Dunno." Her bottom lip is pouting sulkily now so I just.