That Friday night she was doing her fifth late shift and I thought to surprise her at her office and I would keep her company as she had to stay there...The security staff at the main entrance was very gently and they told me that my wife was on the top floor where some construction workers were furnishing the new offices.I took the elevator up but stopped one floor down to sneak up and surprise her. So I climbed up the stairs and got to her office door but I could not hear any building work. I don't believe I passed out, but I lost all track of time. Jen's loud crying was the only sound in the room.I don't know how long I sat there, but eventually I began to regain some semblance of rational thought. I knew I could not control myself to remain civil to Jen, and I really had no desire to physically harm her. I stood, grabbed another beer, and walked back out the front door. We have a front porch with some wicker furniture on it. I sat down in a chair in the evening shadows and tried. While I didn't believe her, I still am sort of flattered.Angels on the other hand is 5'4" and built like a "brick shithouse". She was a perfect Italian beauty. She had olive skin, black hair, and the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen. Oh yeah, there was also her smile. When she smiled, the whole world seemed a better place.When she entered a room, it usually got quiet and all eyes followed her. People just fell all over themselves trying to get to know her, and Mr. Jonathon Huntington Smyth. Iwon hands down at being the biggest, wimp of a sissy. I looked into theaudience to see a look of disgust on Mistress Penny's face and asadistic grin on Mistress Samantha's. After the show I was relieved toget out of the dress and then it was back down to the galley to work.When I returned to my bunk I found to my horror the outfit was laid onmy bed with instructions that I would wear it for the rest of thecruise. Tabitha looked at me with sympathy and then helped me into thedress and mittens..