I can stow you away on my ship. I'll take care of you, bring you food every day, and keep you happy. When we get to Italy you will be SO GLAD you're a...live"With nothing to lose and always wanting to see Italy, she accepted.That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a small but comfortable compartment in the ship's hold.From then on, every night, he would bring her sandwiches, a bottle of red wine, and make love to her until dawn.Two weeks later she was discovered by the captain. I tried to take it back, but she was having none of it. Before I knew it, we were naked and devouring one another.I'll leave the rest to the imagination of the reader.Within three weeks, she had moved in with me. We still kept things very quiet, easy to do when you're sufficiently dedicated to your work to focus on work at the office, and on play at home.Eventually the project ended, some six months later. She was reassigned to another agency within the state complex still struggling with. “I’ve got this, Xiomara,” I declared and she sat up sharply. She didn’t smile until Pat looked up at me.“You so don’t have this,” Pat snapped. She was embarrassed to be that angry. I leaned in once again. I was just inches from her ear and she felt softer under my arms. If I had kissed her, I’d have been ecstatic for hours. If I kissed her, I’d be rewarding her talking back to me. I smiled.“My girls are wearing dresses today.” The words came to me and I had to soften my smile. The girls all. She smiled and scurried to my bed like an excited little girl. She sat down right in front of me and I began to brush her hair in long, smooth, slow strokes.“What would your friends think of you if they saw you doing this?” she asked laughing at her own joke.“I don’t know really, probably pretty jealous that I’m brushing such as beautiful woman’s hair.”She laughed softly, ”Thanks honey but I’m getting pretty old…and ugly”“Mom, shut up, guys would kill over you, which is really bothering me.