But where we were was ideal. Private and quiet.Where was I? Alexa’s panties were now on the deck. Strictly speaking, not really on the deck because ...e were in the saloon which had long bench seats on either side with the wheel over on the port (left to landsmen) side. I was seated on the starborad (right) side and Alexa was draped across my lap with her head on the seat squab to my left. Her feet (well her toes) were just about touching the floor which looked uncomfortable, so I pulled her left. Even though she had enjoyed every moment with him, she appeared reluctant. “You seemed to have a good time today. Did I get that wrong?” he quizzed. “I had a wonderful time. It’s just….”“You don’t trust me.”She looked at him.Kyle continued, “It’s okay. I get it.”Kyle thought for a moment, then asked for her phone. Initially, she refused, but after a few repeated requests, she reluctantly handed it over. She kept asking what he was doing and when he handed it back, he explained, “Now you can see. After another promotion as a Wall Street stock analyst, I was home for Thanksgiving. I asked about Cicely, not mentioning that I had met Mila. Mom wasn't likely to understand that her niece was a stripper, a sometimes porn star, and maybe more.Tracking down Cicely turned out to be easier than I thought. My mom said Cici was, in fact, living on the East Coast. Apparently, Cici had taken a job in Washington, DC after graduating from college. That's all Mom knew.I did a search on the Internet and. The only one that really mattered to them was Yale. That was where they all dreamed of going. And they were all applying there early admission. If they didn't get in, they would rely on Princeton, Brown, Tufts, Williams, Amherst, and Dartmouth. If they didn't get it. Which is a ridiculous thought ... why wouldn't they get in. So we'll only recap their Yale interviews. Or just Emma's, because they would all have been similar anyway.They had stayed in an adorable bed and breakfast in New Haven,.