The place was quite crowded even for the time of day, around one in the afternoon. The place was very smoky and dark, then there shouts of, "It's Magg...e, 'ow the fuck are yer'" in the typical cockney slang, and some of the women came up and gave her a big hug. "You doin' all right Flo" she was asked, they obviously knew her from previous visits. Margaret introduced me as 'Rosalyn' to them, but obviously formality was lost on them and soon they were calling me Rosie or Rose, whatever suited. When I turn my head back tothe door, I can see the woman, and I can only feel silly forbeing afraid of the occupants of the apartment. This personis hardly menacing. She is short (maybe 5 foot or so) andpretty and I guess the best way of describing her would beto say that she is demure, even timid. She seems morenervous to be meeting me than I am in being met! OK, I'll gothrough with it, so I turn around and walk back to the doorand into the apartment.In the living room, all of the seats are. Shortly after that, Marie hesitated on a spike by the other team. I dove for it, arms outstretched, just managing to get my fists on the floor before the ball hit. Becky scrambled for it and was able to set it up for Roberta to spike for the point.At least that's what I heard happened after diving for the ball. I didn't personally see it because I was lying flat on my stomach with the wind knocked out of me. Let me tell you, it's terrifying when your body needs oxygen and you can't make it. I closed my eyes, drank it all down and smacked my lips. David came to me and we made love one last time. Gently, but hard. It was perfect. And it was time to get off the ship.In the airport waiting for our flight, I made my way to the bathroom. The place was busy I had to wait for a stall and as I did my memories of the last few days were etched in my mind. The door to the stall opened and who was there but Monica. She grabbed me, pulled me in and kissed me hard. Her hands touching all of my.