Chapter 2102 Guilty Pleasures:>8
- The next morning, the ship had already made port by the time I awoke. I am usually an early riser, but the sea air, the great food the night before, and the insanely erotic opportunity to enjoy the stupidly hot body of a mature beyond her years, twenty year-old girl over the course of the prior afternoon had left me sleeping through the night like a very exhausted rock.
- My dreams should have been filled with torment and guilt, but my sleep was utterly tranquil. Apparently, my subconscious has no conscience. Once I awoke, said conscience was in full, muscular flower. I groaned in a combination of physical and moral decrepitude as I pulled myself from my bed.
- At least that bed had not still smelled like Anne when I went to sleep. The cabin steward had changed the sheets that evening during dinner. Big tip for that guy. He had given me a wide grin when we passed each other the corridor late in the evening, after dinner. Considering I had no one staying in the room with me, a bed wrecked as thoroughly as mine had made me his hero.