“That was an enlightening conversation,” he said.
“Poor guy is so alone.”
“As you were, at nearly the same age.”
“I wasn’t alone, though. At least not while I had Luke.”
“And now you’ll never be alone again.” He put his hand over hers. “I promise it.”
“Hello?” Carmyn called from inside. “Tori? Brett?”
“Shit.” Vic pulled her feet from his lap. “Carmyn. I called her earlier to tell her we were sick…”
“Oh. Here you are.” Carmyn stopped, hands on her hips, looking at the room service cart and the table. “Stomach flu? Isn’t that what you said on the phone?”
“Right, feed the flu, isn’t that what they always say?” he offered.
Carmyn’s eyes narrowed.
“Carmyn, you should go. You’re gonna get sick too, and then you’ll miss your other role-playing fantasy.” Vic shooed with her hands.
“What in hell are you doing here?” he blurted.
“I came over here to check on you two, and see if you needed anything.”
Vic pasted on a weak smile. “We’re good. Thanks. Honestly, we just needed some down time.”
“Uh-huh.” Carmyn eyed the table again, and then turned. “Okay. I’ll see you two later, then.”
“How did she get in?” he whispered after Carmyn had disappeared inside.
“I gave her the code when she needed to borrow a lipstick.”
Christ.
“One more thing?” Carmyn stepped out on the patio again. “Who’s in the shower?”
Vic held her head in her hands. “It’s David.”
Time for some damage control. “We invited him to stay here,” he added.
Carmyn grinned. “How hospitable of you. Why would you do that?” She was certainly enjoying this.
“Plumbing problems,” he said, at the same time Vic claimed, “Nosy neighbors.”
“Wow. Both nosy neighbors and plumbing problems?” Carmyn laughed. “What are the odds? So is he really hairless all over?”
“Carmyn, God! Leave it to you, to automatically assume…” Vic could deny all she wanted, but she was a poor liar. Not to mention a beet-red one.
“Okay, then. You two have fun. You three, I mean. Give my regards to David, and call me when you’re feeling better.”
When the front door had banged shut, Vic met his eyes. “What an annoying woman.”
“Mm. And on that note, shall we see what our mysterious blogger has said about yesterday?”
“I hate reading this first thing every day,” she muttered as he powered up the laptop. “But I’d go buggy wondering what trouble she’d caused if we didn’t.”
He had to agree, even as he read:
Gritty gossip just got royally juicy!
Like a god among men, so is a certain member of British royalty among the FCS crew and passengers. Yes, you read right. His Royal Hotness has graced us with his bedhopping, playboy presence, arriving via private helicopter.
Sir Rafe Wyndham now has some competition for women, both old and young. Incidentally, his performance out by the Lido pool yesterday was the stuff dreams are made of. Just sayin’…
Day 3 in 1 line? Check your sex, before your wreck your sex. Trying to find anyone aboard, passenger or temporary crew, who isn’t missing skin on their junk or ladyparts is like trying to find a car without body damage at a salvage yard. Note–this doesn’t include permanent crew members–temp crew have the Lay-Techs symbol on their name badges, and I have to give Victoria credit. Her professional crew is just that–professional. No deviation for that lot. They are not being paid to have sex, and it seems most of them are not having sex on this cruise. Period. Kinda makes a girl want to lead someone into temptation.
Here’s your “interesting fact” for the day: Aphrodite has an entire galley, stocked with food and utensils, just for fantasy fulfillment. Whether the passenger has a food fetish, or lusts for love in a toque–that’s a chef hat, for the semi-illiterate–this galley is the place to be. And it’s booked solid for the entire cruise.
Now on to the Gritty Gossip: Our Mr. Grant–that’s Victoria’s little mister, for the culturally-retarded and those who’ve been on another planet until today–spent the evening sucking up to the prince. Do we dare take this as a sign he’s ready to go home to Jolly Ole England? Maybe we should deport him there. After all, I’ve spied no less than 2 members of Congress on these decks, and he’s shown them zero respect. I won’t go so far as to use the term “terrorist,” but geez. A foreigner in our midst, who refuses to acknowledge the sovereignty of our own government?