I could smell bacon and eggs frying. I got up and went in to rinse my mouth out, as it tasted like a burned out wood fire. When I got downstairs, Ed w...s making breakfast / lunch.“You up already?’ he asked.“No, I’m just a figment of your imagination,” I told him. “Of course I’m up. I smelled the food and my mouth tasted like ashes from an old wood fire.”“What the hell did you do at that place last night?” Ed wanted to know. “The noon news showed pictures. It looked like World War III. They said. A bellowed "look alive there" seemed to break my reverie and I glancedtoward it's source. There looking majestic in a dark uniform jacketand white duck trousers was the Purser, Mr. Harris. He stepped towardus and tipped his cocked hat, saying. "Evening Lady Allyson, Lisele. Afine night for a stroll above decks, I'm very glad you could come upduring my watch."To which we replied in unison as though rehearsed. "Good evening Mr.Harris." I tore my eyes from him and looked forward to the deck we. .. Home to you..." Loudly. It was amazing to me she could get such volume and power and still be note perfect when she did it. As much as I hated to admit it, she is one hell of a singer."It always amazes me you can get that much volume being the little troll you are," I told her."Ah think that was almost a compliment," she grinned smacking me on the arm, hard."Not a chance," I assured her rubbing my bruised appendage."Well, as ya say, not exactly my cup of tea. But not half bad fer just. They engaged in small talk, a little flirting, and just being neighborly. During the warm summer months, Sarah would wear a light colored blouses and shorts that showed off her thighs and cute butt. Tom thought those few extra pounds only added to her sexiness. As she moved about her garden, bending, squatting, and leaning, Tom would be in his house, stroking his cock to her every move, fantasizing about doing her in that very garden.This continued throughout the summer, with Sarah not aware of.