Don't worry, your survey answers have just been transferred to the ship via modern technology.Don't worry, your survey answers have just been transferred to the ship via modern technology. I'm sure that they will pick up on the mistake. Actually I think it's kind of cute, Ms. Leigh" She giggled, gave me a little smile and a wink and closed the privacy screen. It was about 4:00pm, five shots of Mexicos best had graced my throat, and the stress of the world was all but gone. The stereo was caressing my mind with some soft rock as the world did a slow fade to black. As the world returned to my senses I realized that I was no longer in the car. The world was moving, up and down, back and forth. A blurry figure moved toward me. " Boy you must have been totally exhausted" It was Bobbies voice that entered my thoughts. "Where am I?" I asked. "You're on the SS Jorgenson, the flagship of the Fantasy Fleet. We didn't want to wake you so we just brought you aboard and put you to bed. We are 100 miles out to sea in the middle of one hell of a storm and you've been sleeping for two days. I was beginning to think that you were going to sleep away your whole vacation. I took the liberty of ordering some clothes for you. They should be delivered at any time. It's 3 pm and I thought you might like to have dinner here in the room until you get your sea legs. If you would like I could join you." My eyes had focussed and the vision before me was that of a goddess. She was dressed in a red thong bikini and a very shear cover up and she was standing in a pair of red high heeled pumps. I sat up and felt a little unbalanced. " I would like that very much Bobbi". She smiled; "The seas are a little rough today. It will take you a little while before your senses adjust. I'll call the ships doctor, she can give you something to help. |