Last summer I was sailing from Antigua, our last port, to Puerto Rico.

The Atlantic was rougher than it had been all week, so I decided to get some Dramamine from the purser’s office to help me sleep more easily. I got on the ship’s elevator, and when the doors opened on the next deck down, there stood the most exotic creature I had ever seen. She was tall, about five foot nine, with a beautiful face and a body to match. She wore sandals and a form-fitting, strapless, mid-thigh sundress. I could almost see her large, dark nipples through the sheer fabric.

Everyone on the elevator stopped talking and just stared at her. As usual my mouth started before my brain and I said, “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” loud enough for everyone to hear. When my brain kicked in I felt... Read More