I had Lena take the wheel, while I checked the weather-sat readouts. The little machine hummed as it spat out the paper, and what I saw didn't look ve...y good. A large storm was moving across the Pacific, and the reports indicated that the winds were running about 50 knots. I began plotting a course to take us away and south of the storm, adding perhaps a day to our voyage. Once course corrections were made, we watched the clouds approach (as we too approached them) and we both were confident. .. Really, really, really like ‘em...” She declares. Stopping and looking into our camera. Pausing, then adding, “I mean ... I like men ... Men are good fun, in bed, but ... They’re a pain in the arse afterward – they want to be told they’re great ... They get upset if you talk to someone else ... But dogs – they don’t care ... They love you, and they love your friend ... I imagine the sex is the same ... Just unconditional, enthusiastic, hard and fast ... That’s what I imagine. That’s how it. This was going well. That “Ruthie” was a nice touch, too. I was good at this shit, too good. I decided not to push it, though. Sooner or later we’d screw up.“What you do now?” I asked.“I’m at Tinker,” he said. “Apprentice electrician.”“Oh, shit,” I said, “you rake it in, then.”He laughed. “Not that much. But enough.”We did some safe small talk, like that. He asked me how long I’d danced, and I told him the truth, a little over a year. Finally the talk tapered down to almost nothing. I looked at. I sat on the edge of the bed contemplating whether I should go to her, but I couldn’t. My enormous respect for her coupled with the knowledge that she knew I was comparatively a harlot kept me anchored. I undressed made my toilet in the adjoining en suite and went to bed. Or so I thought. Sitting up in bed, sipping a glass of champagne was Helen in a filmy nightdress, her shoulders bare, a deep and inviting cleavage fully on display. “Close your mouth James. Haven’t you seen a half naked girl.