Sitting to have a cup of coffee was pretty uncomfortable and I was trembling as we went over the next scene. It was a lot like ‘waiting’ to be pun...shed; it’s a very uneasy feeling, the waiting and thinking about what’s coming. It didn’t make it any easier that we were discussing what was going to happen or, that the entire crew would be watching this. I don’t mind putting on a show but…somehow this was different; being punished in front of an audience.I’d also seen the paddle that was going to. ”“Trial separation? Maybe that’s his wake up call.”“Yeah, maybe.”By this time we were both struggling and it was getting late (for me). She said she was going to try to satisfy herself and get some sleep. I was appropriately shocked and embarrassed and chose to ignore her comment. We agreed to meet for breakfast at the local pastry shop with the kids and then head back to the beach for the morning. The normal schedule had us at the pool in the afternoon.Jess, her two girls, and I met the next. The latter was a fat, squat man with beady eyes and a beard that looked like it was made of rat’s fur. ‘This man has been kind enough to make room for us on his vessel,’ Jon said as he gestured to the captain. Adrien bowed as much as his stomach would allow. ‘It is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, friends,’ he said in a surprisingly articulate and cultured voice. ‘I know my business and these waters like the birds know the sky. Your journey will be a pleasant one.’ The sailors. "I think I may need a second opinion..." Ditto!" June yelled."Ditto!" Lynette agreed."Ditto!" Marla said, getting into the mood."It's unanimous, Jim," Kristen said, solemnly."OK. I'm Mr. Perfect," I said, sullenly."Mr. Asshole is more like it," Kristen said. "But your heart is good, and that is what counts." Oh, Kristen, did I ever tell you I love you?" I said, boring my eyes into hers."Oh, just every fucking day since you first said it," Kristen said, her voice a bit softer."I love you," I.