Laughton. Nevertheless, we need to correct that. Will you and the other gentlemen of the wardroom grace my table tonight for a dinner? I believe we sh...ll have a rough crossing, and it may be our last chance of a decent meal in a while.”“Certainly, Sir Anthony! I shall relay your invitation.”The idea had come to Tony spontaneously. The Bay of Biscay would offer rough sailing this time of the year, and the Channel would not be better. Cold cuts and biscuit would be his sustenance, and one last. " As she looked at him she could see he wasn't looking at the fit of her shoe his stare was directed between her spread legs. Mom giggled knowing he wasn't talking about the shoes and I could see this little evil grin at the corner of her mouth and knew she was about to pounce on him like a lion after its pry."Oh sonny boy I'm old enough to be your mother," she jokingly replied. His eyes didn't raise an inch from where he was looking and stated, "God if you were my mother..." Mom interrupted. The smell was just beginning. I closed that door and continued on. I found two more dead people, some rooms with personal possessions but no people, and a few rooms had been unused.The fourth and fifth floors yielded similar results. On the sixth floor, I heard a television when I got to that room. I knocked but there was no answer. I opened the door and went in. An attractive woman in her thirties was lying on the bed in a tee shirt and shorts dead. I turned the TV off and left.I went through. Kinsella knew the situation. "How wasclass?" Um, good." He found himself staring at the floor. "We can talk in thecar." He felt Mrs. Kinsella looking at him. "Sorry, ma'am. I didn'tmean anything by that. I mean everything is fine but I figured weshould get going."She just smiled at them and wished them a good night.The storm had died down but they still had the road to themselves. Ryanwatched the trees pass by. He could see his dad's reflection in thewindow. Mostly he stared forward but.