Sophia was a bit on edge because she didn't like the way the crew was looking in her direction like she was some prize suddenly placed on their plate ...for consumption.She entered the Captain's cabin with some degree of trepidation causing her pulse to race and she became disgracefully flushed of face as if she were a female seeking sensuous exercise. Mister Sebastian was at her father's desk writing slowly into the logbook. She had been moved into the first mate's cabin which was much smaller. Joe introduced him to Marilyn Monroe. Henry's eyes brightened as he talked of her. Then Henry shocked me with his tale that the Kennedy's had Marilyn killed to silence her and that DiMaggio knew who had President Kennedy assassinated and it wasn't Lee Harvey Oswald, the mafia, Castro, the CIA, or the FBI. DiMaggio knew because he had hired Henry to do an unofficial clandestine investigation into the deaths of Monroe and Kennedy to satisfy his own doubts. But Henry wouldn't tell me much more,. That brings those grey goose bumps inwe are talkin about who knows u just really want me stretching ur assbut im just lookin in ur eyes sliding my fingers up n down ur backu fix your hair n lick ur lips waiting for my attacka hand goes up ur neck to tbe base of ur skull fingers rubb the scalp wide the tightly pulldeeper than u expect u have to arch ur back not from any pain but because it spreads ut chest n i wouldnt have it any other wayi lick between from belly to chin then down againmy other. Slowly, she stepped forward, then bent downward, the teddy bear still clutched to her chest, her lips aimed at my cheek. At her kiss, I felt a rush of remembrance surge through me. Her lips befell my face repeatedly, each kiss pulling at my mind and at my heart. The business magazine fell from my hands, bouncing off a thigh before falling to the faux-marble floor. Slowly, she stood erect once again, the teddy bear still pressed between her breasts. I wished I could have seen her eyes, to try.