I flashed Mary my concerns and assurances of ‘full disclosure’, but that time was of the essence and our neighbors at this point didn’t have ‘... need to know’.Our neighbors had already figured out something serious was going on.I flashed TJ to check on his status. “We just pulled up to the Flight Ops Center. I see our NSA counterparts. What’s your status?” TJ asked.“Still trying to get freed up. Things are very complicated here and Mary is STILL NOT happy with me right now! I fear her little. The attendant already saw that I had one of the best cabins on the ship which meant I was paying out the ying yang for it so had no trouble getting us late seating’s at the restaurants we wanted every night. With that we were all set. We all had each other’s room numbers to get in contact over the phone. Laurie was in 9277 which was by the front elevators. Ronnie and Bob were in 8261 and again close to the front elevators. I was in 7307. By the nature of the larger cabin I was between the front. "The crowd did just that as Jessica made her way off the stage. "So Tera", Woody said looking at her, "I think it's about that time." You know Woody; I think you're right..." Folks it's time to call out the number of our lucky audience member, and to do this I'd like to welcome on stage the love of my life, my husband..."Spyder Jonez, aka Evan Seinfeld." The big and heavily tattooed man walked on stage in biker gear and a bandana over his bald head. He walked over to Woody and shook his hand. And frankly, they were too busy to notice us anyway. We could make out the guy looking down now, then his female partner standing up and hugging and kissing him. Hand in hand they started to walk away in the opposite direction to us, leaving us…alone. “Kate, ummm, would you like to try it?” I guess my silence about the subject and my interest in the other couple gave him the green light to let the idea enter his mind. At least he asked, I thought. And you know what… I wanted to. I’d watched.