"I'm not exactly dressed for visitors I'm afraid" I responded mindful of the fact that all I had on was my black satin dressing gown and my black thon... underneath. "Never mind that this won't take long Louise" Mr Hussain said gruffly in response. "Ok then, come in", I opened the door and walked through to the living room still in my bare feet. Mr and Mrs Hussain followed, entered my living room and sat side by side on my couch. Mr Hussain stared at me in my gown and Mrs Hussain stared at the. I crossed also and sat on a bench nearby doing the same. For me it was part of my daily routine. For her, it seemed she had found a new place of beauty and solitude to assist in steeling herself to face the day.We are aware of each other's proximity. We are aware that we are the subject of each other's reverie. We are each aware that the other is also aware. I see the yearning in her posture. In the way she turns briefly, just enough to catch me in the corner of her eye. I am just the right. "You force another smile and head down. You pull out your laptop, fire up a random porno clip, and take your 'break'. Shit, even masturbation is losing it's appeal. You clean up, and drop back down in your bunk. Overwhelmed by boredom, you fall asleep.You awake with a start as something slams into your side. You quickly realize it's the floor. The ship is rocking like mad, and you have a tough time getting to your feet. You slowly make your way to the deck and your jaw drops at the scene. The. I looked back over and, yes, she was still smiling.Jessa kissed me one more time then got up, saying, "I think I need to go clean up some," holding up her drippy hand and left the room."That must have been fun, Greg," Ivy said. I was still wondering why she was so calm about all this."Well, I have to be honest, yeah, it was that. Not sure what brought it on, but, yeah, it was fun." She loves you, hon. I don't think it's all that uncommon," she said and the conversation soon dropped and we.