I brought my hands up her arms and up over her shoulders, pulling her closer. She slowly crawled on top of me, her perfect breasts pressed against min...e, long legs straddling me. I held her head, and slowly kissed down her soft neck, pausing to nip softly at her collar bone, then up again to capture her earlobe between my teeth. Suddenly she giggled, and pulled away gently. I froze again, assuming I'd done something wrong, flaming red with embarrassment. "No, no," she whispered "I don't want to. .. just keptscreaming at them. He was going to get us both killed...I..." You made the wrong choice," Sam finished for him. He didn't need tohear the rest. Ramirez had revealed that much. It would have been easyto take the moral high ground and say what Joseph should have done inthat situation, though Sam couldn't say for sure what choice he wouldhave made under the same circumstances. He had already made somesurprising choices himself since coming aboard the yacht.Joseph shook with pent. . Don'tyou think I realize that I'll never give my parents grandkids... They'reamazing parents, I can only imagine how amazing they would have been asgrandparents... I can't do those things for them Brett... No matter howbad I wish I could... It's not your fault..."He argued, "Jordan that's bullshit and you know it. You had that problemwith your testosterone, it's a medical condition that you couldn't help.It's not the same!"I shook my head at him as I softly told him, "Brett... I've read too. . but I think she is new... she has already gobbled down like a full bottle of wine in nervousness." Oh gosh, this was bad news because once my wife is drunk, she can get very uninhibited.She stepped in and the three fuddy-duddies (if you can discount my virile brother who was as excited as a 10-year-old boy with his fast car toy) were clapping about and cheering my pretty wife disguised as a stripper. Soon she was gyrating to the music and shaking her booty like she was a professional.