She was wet in anticipation of his arrival and could feel the moisture on her outer lips. She grazed her fingertips across her nipple and thought back...to thirty minutes prior...It was 7:30am on Saturday morning and she lay in bed absorbing the relaxing feeling of not having any responsibilities until noon. Her husband had taken their son to baseball camp and then was heading into the office to work for the rest on the day. She had the morning off and didn’t need to be anywhere until she had to. While we were meeting the six negotiators were locked in the one large area available to them. A table had been set up in the dining room, by the first mate and /or deck hand depending on your point of view.I had no idea how the negotiations were going, nor did I care. I expected that their first agreement was that the food was awful. The only thing worse was the coffee. However the oversize fridge in the galley was filled with various canned soft drinks.The negotiators assistants were. To a casual observer I hoped it looked like I was just moving to be able to see the band better. Leaning close to her ear as I kneaded the muscles in her neck, I asked, “Which one were you thinking about asking?” There were several men I dismissed immediately as not being her style and a couple that I identified as possible choices. She said, “Mmmm. That feels so good.” Then reaching behind her, I felt her fingers reaching for the bulge that was hardening by the second and she added, “And that. Which brings me to why I am writing this so-called diary. I wanted to share a little event that has transpired in the past year. I became the predator. In 2004 I created a new profile of a 16 1/2 year old boy who lost his parents and seriously injured himself in a tragic car accident. I found a website called Warpmymind with files on it to hypnotize and delight the listener. I used an introduction file and copied it to my media player so I could share it with others I might meet.