There was a line in the women's room and she took a little longer than me."Do you want the good news or the bad news?" I asked as she came out. Even t...ough we had spent the night basically sitting up, she still looked beautiful. At least to me."Can't I get a cup of coffee first?" There's a line for that, too."Melanie rolled her pretty brown eyes. "Give me the bad news first." The earliest we're gonna get out of here is tomorrow." I picked up my laptop bag and backpack. She pulled on the handle. Shortly after arriving in our room, as my husband sprawled out upon the bed, I reached into my purse and produced something he had not seen before: an MP3 player. He watched me curiously, not saying anything as I also withdrew the normal-style headphones."When did you buy that?" he asked, studying the design of the small MP3 player."A few weeks ago," I answered, setting the purse aside and connecting the headphones to the MP3 player. "I figured this would come in handy for this trip." Oh? But. The palm of my hand was met with the soft flannel of her pajama bottoms. I could feel her wriggle as she ground my hand further. She was pushing on my fingers deeper. I could feel everything. In the dark I could imagine what I was feeling. I had seen it in the porn movies and knew what I was touching. I could feel the warmth and then she paused. I felt her twitch and she let out a soft Moan. I could feel her pajamas getting damp, under my fingers. She then lifted her hand. I paused, thinking I. Sue and the mothers thought we would have plenty of time to get back through the canal and to Tampa in time for the kids to start school with their friends.Our journey back toward the mainland was the same as from Alaska, Dewey's boat in the lead, with Steve in the middle and the Irish Bell trailing. I was swapping boats every other night, spending two nights on each boat. Michael had imported another lady from Ireland, Sinead Hubar, with medical and nanny experience, as well as experience.