I said the shower door was opaque. Sort of. It’s not clear glass, but it’s not a barrier either. In the mirror above the sink as I shaved, I co...ld see the outline of her body as she showered -- the shape of her breasts, of her hips, her behind and legs. I watched her turn and bend, washing her top, her middle, all of her. When the water stopped, she pulled two towels into the shower stall and dried herself. I watched every movement. (It takes me a long time to shave.) She came out with. "Now Jerrod, I am going to take a shower and you can not join me this time," I said with a laugh."Why not?" he asked almost seriously."Because we both stink, and we are both exhausted. We are likely to fall and if memory servers me right ship's showers are small. So get the hell out, but maybe one day, when we are back in Aster." I suggested."Fair enough, but only because you are the boss." He giggled like a school girl."And I don't have a cock," I added playfully."That too, but I might make. On top of that, I truly believe she willed herself to prevent having an orgasm. I think she felt guilty and unworthy and could not allow herself to feel any pleasurable sexual payoff from our rare triumphs. She wasn't supposed to be having sex at all, she reasoned, so she damn sure didn't deserve to enjoy an orgasm; perish the thought. Hell, one time after a particularly frustrating encounter, I suggested perhaps we could try anal sex, thereby avoiding the whole protection thing altogether. . The next day was even worse than I could have imagined. I attended meeting after meeting in which I was interrogated mercilessly about how my old company operated. I found many of their questions stupid and even insulting, and I became angry and therefore not very co-operative. The Swiss may be efficient, but I found these people to be humourless and rude, My resistance grew. I had to go straight from their office to the party, which was not a party at all, but rather a stuffy banquet. Various.