He felt helpless, like a child. Hollow, that's how he felt.Jen was tired, but she couldn't go to sleep yet. She still had four chapters to do for math... plus at least three hours of work in English. She'd been up late the night before doing her physics. She hated physics. She wished she still had Ryan's notes. She'd lost them, she figured. She had had a dream that Ryan came and took them away in the middle of the night, but she didn't think about it much; she only bothered to be annoyed that. He laid beside her still impaled in her butt-hole and fell asleep.An hour later he awoke hearing the sounds of Beth in the kitchen. She was fixing breakfast.Breakfast time was spent more with conversation than with food. She said, "You know, Howard, sex without passion is just going through the motions. Last night and this morning, I wasn't going through the motions." Me neither." Hey, a situation has come up that I would like you to consider. My next video shoot is in the Bahamas in two weeks.. When we boarded we were surprised to find that the delivery girl from the other night was the crew and sister to the captain. They introduced themselves as Pete and Wendy. Wendy was Peter’s stepsister and that was the reason for the sixteen year age gap. Pete told us of his experience with being a captain and of the day he had planned out for us. Wendy showed us to our cabins to stow our gear and then gave us a tour of the boat. It was real luxurious and even had a Jacuzzi on the upper deck.. They were fast approaching the last big chance for a decent set of memories to take with them on to college, the senior prom. Of course they had no dates. They could go to the dance but it would be like all the other dances they had gone to without dates, listening to the music and drinking bad punch or lukewarm sodas. Lonny had gotten both their hopes up. Lonny's girl cousin from another city was coming to visit with her mother and bringing a girlfriend along for company. They had promised.