Barrack Room Bettys had been filled to capacity every night as the ports on the return voyage were not particularly conductive to the sort of carousin... that the sailors liked to get up to.The girls of BRB literally worked their arses off but they made a fortune.But all good things must come to an end and Michele and Rod knew that one day the inevitable would happen. What happened, happened quickly and quietly on the last night of the deployment.At 1700 just when the girls and Rod and Knocker. No need of 'em if you've got a well-found ship and enough supplies.' Once I'd seen what was to be seen, there wasn't anything to keep me there. I had to decide whether to head south for the Horn - Drake's Passage or the Magellan Straits – which meant sailing the South Atlantic in the summer, hurricane season; and rounding the Horn against the prevailing wind. I didn't fancy that. On the other hand, a transit of the Panama Canal was going to cost me about a thousand pounds, and with assorted. The young man was straightening a stack of museum guide books on the reception counter. He looked nervous, and gasped when he spotted Eros. ‘Oh! I didn’t realize anyone was here yet!’ He glanced at the heavy double doors. ‘I usually hear people come in.’ ‘Sorry,’ Eros said smoothly. ‘Lovely museum you’ve got here.’ ‘Thank you,’ the man said. He stepped forward and held out a hand, trying not to stare at Eros. ‘Andrew Mason, curator. Call me Andy.’ ‘Pleased to meet you, Andy,’ Eros said. ‘I’m. I sighed and stared at him. Would it kill him to be nice to me? It was then that I noticed he was staring out the window eyes fixed on something. I followed his gaze and saw he was staring at some of the soccer girls. There’s a lot of cross-over between the soccer girls and the cross country girls. But the ones that aren’t in cross country often run together before soccer season starts to keep their conditioning. I guess they caught his eye, because he was straight up staring. Not the kind of.