’ Leanna laughed, that was exactly what she thought of the whole thing. Then Callie asked the question, the one which she wished she did not have an...answer. ‘Do you love him?’ Leanna grimaced, ‘Yes I do, what an idiot I am huh?’ Callie smiled gently. ‘Hon, I can’t blame you for falling head over heels for the guy, from what you’ve said he sounds gorgeous, and he seems quite the hero to, in a strange convoluted kind of way, but a hero nonetheless.’ Leanna laughed at that. ‘I mean, look Leanna,. She took me down into the lower decks of the ship where the corridor consisted of smaller cabins than the upper decks; I guessed that these were for the crew.She opened the door of one and indicated that I should enter. Inside, I found a white uniformed, male crew member, standing there.“This is Meester George” she said and I shook his hand. There was something suspicious about this situation and I was immediately on the alert. I glanced around the cabin, I was sure it belonged to a female and. She'd come by, as always, just afer work. So she was wearing a suit again, this time navy blue. She did forego the panty hose, which I appreiciated.T-shirt, blue jeans and slip on deck shoes for me. Yeah, no underwear. So I'm a slob, so what? I had her go upstairs with me. Now, back then, I lived in a second and third floor apartment. Really half a house. The second floor, the first floor of the apartment, consisted of a pair of bedrooms and a rather large bath room with both a tub and a. She was starting to look like my ideal woman and I was imagining the erotic thrill of undressing her in her untidy bedroom when a younger woman went up to her and dragged her off to another aisle. Out shopping with her daughter. Maybe I would bump into her another time.Given my mission that day, the abundance of good looking females in pairs and couples and even on their own was seriously hindering my progress.Then I had a brainwave: the optician who had tested my eyes a year or so earlier..