Shit! I threw the cigarette out of the window and rushed to the door. It was Pooja again, and she wanted, you guessed it, a late night smoke.“Wow, y...u smoke?” I said“Only when I drink” She replied.“Come on In” I led her inside and lighted her one. There is nothing sexier than the sight of a girl smoking in PJ shorts. She was stumbling around and then lay flat on my bed puffing away. I watched her chest move up and down as she took those long puffs and blew smoke at the ceiling.She asked for. Cary talked faster, never stopping, and alternating eye contact with staring at my briefs.To heighten the anticipation, I stopped stripping and just kept the conversation going like it was the most natural thing in the world. A twenty-eight year old male teacher standing in his underwear talking to his female student. It was as if we were back in class and I was engaging a student in a lively conversation, except that I was in my very brief underwear.I don’t know if I couldn’t take the. "I thought you'd been assigned one of the cabins." Well yes, I was, but I got lonely and thought I'd explore the ship a little," she said, deliberately rubbing up against each man as she stepped into their midst. "I don't suppose you boys know how to keep a girl company?"The sailors gave each other uncertain looks. "Well sure, but…" one began, then trailed off."We thought you were only on board for shooting that movie," another finished."Boys, boys!" Anne said cheerfully. "Haven't you ever. 56A was a young, athletic-looking, black man of college age, reading a sports magazine. 56C was a white guy, perhaps a few years older than her. He was reading a book. "Excuse me, Sir," she said politely, and both men looked up. She made eye contact for only a moment. She had been taught by her Master not to look directly into the eyes of any man. "Sure," smiled the white guy, as he got up from his seat. "Thank you, Sir," she said as she slid into her seat. Both might have been.