I had thought that a smaller ship with the same sails would be faster, but when we tried that the smaller ship just pounded in the waves once it got i...nto the open ocean. It probably would be faster in protected water with no swells like just off the eastern side of Hunter Island, but that didn’t do us any good. Thunder and other ships her size were probably about as small as we could go and still be steady in the open ocean.I was probably having a scale problem. Thunder was about a hundred feet. Ferguson, on the telephone, made voiceless talking motions at Sam, gesturing for him to sit. Ferguson was a big, rangy blond, maybe 35 or a little better. Sam thought he looked like a California beach boy, or maybe a lifeguard. Waiting for the phone conversation to end, Sam revised his own impression. "He looks like a deputy sheriff," Sam mused. "And me -- I'm the one who looks like a damned realtor."It was true. Sam Wicks was no stereotypical police officer. He was barely five-foot nine inches. How are you, you look well – and you looked well on your balcony last night also!” I was confused and stupidly just stared.God, she was beautiful; “Ha, you look beautiful!” I blurted, then realized I was probably looking like a forlorn puppy, “Sorry, you took me by surprise.” I paused, thinking; “That was you on your balcony last night? I couldn’t see your face; you are so slim compared to last time I saw you; ah, you look very well, em.” I reverted to Vietnamese and addressed her as I always. I needed to be careful. I had never masturbated in front of Becky, or anyone, before. There never seemed to be a point to it. Her eyes closed to slits for a second as I saw both of her shoulders spring up and down. She huff-huff-huffed a little before settling back to a slower pace. This time I was the one who swallowed hard. I wondered whether women got off watching guys get themselves off. My eyes asked hers if she did, but the answer wasn’t clear. I’ve enjoyed a few videos of women.