But I also know that you and I have something special here. Married or not, my cousin or not, I want to be with you, in each and every way possible."I...didn't mention to Jen my suspicions that I was falling in love with her. That was certainly the last thing she needed to hear.We talked a bit more about the situation, not reaching any conclusions or solutions, before nestling back into each other and falling asleep.We were both quiet the next morning, lost in our own thoughts. We showered. This process is repeated until I have completed the 10 strikes to my left breast.You walk around to the other side of the bed and administer the same treatment to this breast. Tears are forming in my eyes and I try to blink them away with little success. I can barely count the strikes and thank you without crying. Once you reach 10, I am openly crying as you move to the end of the bed. I know exactly what is coming and begin to beg you. "Daddy, please, I can't take it anymore. I am so sorry.. The boat wasn’t really too close. Perhaps if they were very attentive or had binoculars, they might get a show. As I turned back facing her, she laughed and said she ought to take a photo - maybe do a calendar of her nude sailor husband. I pointed out that my camera was right there, but she didn’t take it. Oh, well. I took my time coming back to the cockpit, checking lines, and sitting for a while on the cabin top with my feet on the deck. While I was sitting there, she went below for. “Enough of your games,” the assassin shouts. “Come out you fool, show yourself!”The voice laughs as clear as if it were right next to her. The assassin whips around ready for an attack, but it doesn’t come. Instead the laughter deepens. You are stuck with me assassin. You better get used to it.Tsyr Ker stops and closes her eyes remembering her meditation and begins to calm her body and mind. You are in my head.Good girl.“How?” she asks after a moment of silence.I guess you weren’t told much.