She told me at dinner that she was going out shopping with her friend Marilyn. Well it was 9:00 and the mall should be closing. I expect her back soon...As I opened Mrs. Williams file, I ruminate how a woman can spend so much time shopping and still have nothing to show for it.I grabbed the picture and return to my basement work room.It was close to 11:30 PM when I'd finished with Mrs Williams. She was dressed in her church clothes and residing in her casket, with her new roommate. She was all. The guy on my left struck up a conversation by introducing himself as Bill and put out a hand to be shook. I took his and and responded with, "Richard, here. " I learned that Bill was from the San Francisco bay area. And Bill learned that I was from south central Indiana.We exchanged small talk. We both owned Remax brokerages. Bill had sixty agents, me just six. Both divorced. Neither had much interest in sports. We discussed the economy and it's effect on our Real Estate businesses. I liked. ‘The bedroom would be more comfortable.’ I followed him, marveling at the shape and form of his naked flesh. Truly beautiful, the muscles flexed and moved beneath his skin. When he turned to wave at his unmade bed, I tried not to stare. His erection was perfect, canting upward, the mushroom head shining. ‘Lie down,’ he said, and I caught a thoughtful look on his face as I hurriedly looked away from that marvelous protrusion. Climbing self-consciously on the bed, I settled back on the pillows. Across the horizon, the dark clouds seem to boil as they advance across the otherwise blue sky. A flicker of light seems to dance through the clouds, several seconds pass before the rumble of thunder reaches the ship.Captain Glaroon stands at the helm, his stance wide as he adjusts the ship's heading, pointing the bow directly at the rapidly approaching storm. Not a word is uttered as his hard eyes take in the scene beneath him on the main deck.Meanwhile, a bare chested bald man angrily barks.