" I stood and made to hoist the clubs on my shoulder. "Hitting a bucket of balls might be a good idea. Give you some time..." No, I don't need more ti...e to prepare." Oh there was some bite in her reply. I have to say I had put a little irony on 'time to prepare' when I spoke those words. 'Time to prepare' was a common work related phrase for her, I'd been put-off countless times upon hearing it. Evidently she took some offense at my intended sarcasm. Too bad. For my part I was more than a. First yr was very tough regarding studies as well, so I also don’t do anything. Then came the 2nd yr, I learned programming a lot, all this time when I learned programming, how it would help me with my sweetheart. However the real success was that I got her email address and made me very happy. I added her on msn messenger. I chatted with her for hrs and hrs. We had delicious chats. Third year the chats continued. Well I never told her that I was interested in her but the actual story happened. The Captain spoke and said "the little one will be my cabin boy" send the rest down below the deck, I was taken to the captains cabin and stripped of my clothes, then I had my ears pierced and thrown a girls dress,I didn't ask questions since sea monsters awaited me if I disobeyed. From then on I did everything I was told to do, I cleaned his clothes, cleaned the cabin and washed him. 6 weeks out from my best guess The Captain retired to his cabin I brought him his food and rum he saw the tub. For a few minutes she even forgot about Paul, content to let the music take over and decide her movements. She put force and emotion into her dancing and started to sweat and breathe hard from her efforts. She had not allowed music to take her over like this since she had gone to her last rave, two and a half years ago. This was totally different from a rave. She had started dancing for Paul, but now was dancing for herself. Suzanne’s Bolero CD was the long version, but finally the tune ended.