"Pizzas ready," Mom announced from the kitchen, bringing in a large pizza, paper plates and towels."Thanks, Mom."She surveyed the room. I know she was...dying to make a comment about me hanging out with four cute girls, but I think she decided not to embarrass Kelly. She waved and went back to the kitchen.Traci looked in from the hall, then started to back out again."Come on in, Trace. Lots of pizza," I offered.She smiled shyly and came in, helping herself to pizza and sitting on the floor.Mom. "Jason!" she said, astonished. Then in a firmer tone, "Jason, you let me up right now!"Why should he pay any attention to her? He was the most important person on the ship, he wanted to fuck her, so he was going to do it. It was pretty simple.The young people on the ship had their uniform of shorts and T-shirt, but Dr. Watkins wore pants and a sort of fancy jacket over a long-sleeved shirt. He didn't give a shit about the shirt and jacket, but the pants were in his way. He let go of her to use. Eyes squinting against something he can’t bear, looking like he hasn’t slept in a week, and yet still looking at me because I’m what he wants to look at. Even soaking in the rain. ‘I don’t think I know how to be around you anymore, Ella,’ he admits and his voice catches. Terror brushes my heart like icy fingers. ‘You can’t go, Ben. Fuck that. No, I won’t let you go.’ ‘I can’t pretend anymore, though.’ His glare is getting mean, but I know it’s because he’s put up his walls. ‘Please don’t make. Now, I’ll say this again, it’s not my role to tell you what to do, or what not to do. I will just give you some things to think about, and suggest some tools to help you manage situations that arise in your life. Tools which, I’m pleased to say, you’ve adopted readily, and I think have made a huge change in your life.“Now, there are what I see as three warning signs that we should discuss. I’m not going to tell you that you’ve made a foolish decision with Janelle; I’m not in in a position to.