Keith followed him, leaving us girls alone wondering what the hell had just happened.
Shelly and Liza swam out to me as we watched them walk away laughing and talking to each other.
“Where are they going in such a hurry?” Shelly asked.
“I don’t know. Jesse didn’t explain; he just said to meet him at six in the dining hall,” I told her.
“Us too,” Liza said, watching Keith. Scott had his arms up in the air in a victory pose, telling the guys something that had them all laughing.
“He’s crazy,” Shelly giggled, watching him.
“That makes two of you; you’re a match made in heaven,” I chucked.
“Yeah, well, I like him a lot, and he’s pretty damn hot in the sack,” Shelly said with raised eyebrows and a giggle.
“Shelly, TMI. I heard you guys last night, and you weren’t quiet. I had to put in my ear buds and play my music loud to tune you out,” I said, remembering all the noises coming from her room.
“Oh, Bails, how old are you? What’s that you say, almost twenty-three?” she said, holding her hand to her ear like she couldn’t hear me.
“Yeah, so, what’s that supposed to mean?” I said, worried she was going to spill some personal information to Liza that I didn’t want everyone to know.
“Get with the program; it’s 2014, for God’s sake,” she said, swatting my shoulder. Everyone laughed at my expense. I breathed a sigh of relief; my secret was safe, and then it was forgotten. Liza agreed to meet us in our rooms, and we’d all go to dinner together. We were dressing to kill and decided it was time to go get ready. I gathered up my belongings, and as we headed below deck, I remembered the feelof Jesse’s hands all over my body. It really did feel good; I had hated to stop him, but he was getting too close for comfort, and my inner alarm was going off—“Stop before it’s too late!”
I did my usual routine: shower, shave, and plenty of body lotion to protect my suntanned skin. I chose to wear my blue halter dress; it had a fitted top with a low back and full, short skirt. Shelly, my fashion coordinator, said it showed off my body and long legs. Shelly came bounding into my room dressed in a sexy, short black dress. She did my hair by pulling the top part back with a hair clip and then curling all of my hair into long ringlets, which she fingered through. It looked pretty cascading down my back.
“You should have been a hairdresser,” I said, looking at the back of my hair with a hand mirror.
“I like to play with your long hair, but I don’t think I’d want to do it for a living,” she said. “Little old ladies with blue hair are not my thing.”
“Oh, and snotty-nosed little kids are better,” I said, watching her curl her blond hair.
“At least I can teach them something and have a feeling of accomplishment when I go home at night.” She shook her curly locks.
“Oh, and making me look beautiful isn’t an accomplishment?” I asked.
“Bailey…you’re already beautiful; I’m just putting the frosting on the cake,” she winked. We both stood in the mirror side by side to do our makeup like we’d done since we were teenagers.
Shelly had this acute hearing or instinct. She ran to my door, grabbed the knob, and yanked the door open. Liza stood there with her hand up about to knock, jumping back when Shelly poked her head out and pulled her into my room.
“How do you do that?” I asked as when Liza came in the door looking shocked. I recognized the look on her face; it was exactly the look I got when she did that to me.
“Amazing hearing,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“I guess so, because I didn’t hear a thing.”
“You both look stunning,” Liza said, checking out our dresses.
“You look pretty spectacular yourself,” Shelly said, looking at her green dress. Liza was a tall blonde with blue eyes and pale skin. She told us she was a nurse and came on this cruise on a dare from some of her coworkers. She and Keith met at
Shelly and Liza swam out to me as we watched them walk away laughing and talking to each other.
“Where are they going in such a hurry?” Shelly asked.
“I don’t know. Jesse didn’t explain; he just said to meet him at six in the dining hall,” I told her.
“Us too,” Liza said, watching Keith. Scott had his arms up in the air in a victory pose, telling the guys something that had them all laughing.
“He’s crazy,” Shelly giggled, watching him.
“That makes two of you; you’re a match made in heaven,” I chucked.
“Yeah, well, I like him a lot, and he’s pretty damn hot in the sack,” Shelly said with raised eyebrows and a giggle.
“Shelly, TMI. I heard you guys last night, and you weren’t quiet. I had to put in my ear buds and play my music loud to tune you out,” I said, remembering all the noises coming from her room.
“Oh, Bails, how old are you? What’s that you say, almost twenty-three?” she said, holding her hand to her ear like she couldn’t hear me.
“Yeah, so, what’s that supposed to mean?” I said, worried she was going to spill some personal information to Liza that I didn’t want everyone to know.
“Get with the program; it’s 2014, for God’s sake,” she said, swatting my shoulder. Everyone laughed at my expense. I breathed a sigh of relief; my secret was safe, and then it was forgotten. Liza agreed to meet us in our rooms, and we’d all go to dinner together. We were dressing to kill and decided it was time to go get ready. I gathered up my belongings, and as we headed below deck, I remembered the feelof Jesse’s hands all over my body. It really did feel good; I had hated to stop him, but he was getting too close for comfort, and my inner alarm was going off—“Stop before it’s too late!”
I did my usual routine: shower, shave, and plenty of body lotion to protect my suntanned skin. I chose to wear my blue halter dress; it had a fitted top with a low back and full, short skirt. Shelly, my fashion coordinator, said it showed off my body and long legs. Shelly came bounding into my room dressed in a sexy, short black dress. She did my hair by pulling the top part back with a hair clip and then curling all of my hair into long ringlets, which she fingered through. It looked pretty cascading down my back.
“You should have been a hairdresser,” I said, looking at the back of my hair with a hand mirror.
“I like to play with your long hair, but I don’t think I’d want to do it for a living,” she said. “Little old ladies with blue hair are not my thing.”
“Oh, and snotty-nosed little kids are better,” I said, watching her curl her blond hair.
“At least I can teach them something and have a feeling of accomplishment when I go home at night.” She shook her curly locks.
“Oh, and making me look beautiful isn’t an accomplishment?” I asked.
“Bailey…you’re already beautiful; I’m just putting the frosting on the cake,” she winked. We both stood in the mirror side by side to do our makeup like we’d done since we were teenagers.
Shelly had this acute hearing or instinct. She ran to my door, grabbed the knob, and yanked the door open. Liza stood there with her hand up about to knock, jumping back when Shelly poked her head out and pulled her into my room.
“How do you do that?” I asked as when Liza came in the door looking shocked. I recognized the look on her face; it was exactly the look I got when she did that to me.
“Amazing hearing,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“I guess so, because I didn’t hear a thing.”
“You both look stunning,” Liza said, checking out our dresses.
“You look pretty spectacular yourself,” Shelly said, looking at her green dress. Liza was a tall blonde with blue eyes and pale skin. She told us she was a nurse and came on this cruise on a dare from some of her coworkers. She and Keith met at
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