“I don’t mind,” I smiled, “but we could just climb in the bed in the fore-cabin and leave the table up.”“Um...”“Thermals on both of us.... I think you’ll be safe.”“Yeah...” she looked at me, head cocked. “That’s the thing. I feel safe with you. Safer than I’ve been since ... you know.”So that is how I ended up in the fore-cabin, instead of the master cabin with the longer bed, sharing the space with a lithe, thermals-clad, young woman.I slept well. Very well, but not too long. I left Clara in bed. When he turned back around something obstructed his vision. He wiped awaya lock of chestnut brown hair. His hair was growing at a rate that hecould watch it creep down his body. His attention was grabbed as hisjacket faded away, just as his boxers had. The white dress shirt he hadon began to shrink to fit his tinier torso. It stopped at a comfortablesize and Mike breathed some relief, until the tingling in his cheststarted. His hands shot to his chest to experience what he knew was next.First. Ginger had her eyes closed tightly, her head laid back, and her hands tightly clinched to the steering wheel. She looked so at peace with the world. I believe that Ginger would do this anywhere that she could, even on Main Street at high noon in broad daylight during a parade. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings. After she came down from her high she smiled at me and put the lawnmower in gear and drove out of the garage still stark raving nude.As I followed her I saw my wife. This way we have time to chat without being interrupted." She dumped her bookbag on the floor and plopped on the couch across from me. "What do you think we should do?"I was relieved to note her unconscious use of "we" -- it meant a lot to me that I wouldn't be on my own in this. "I think I should just confront her and ask her to explain," I started. It was obvious Juliet didn't completely agree."But how?" she asked. "You can't just accuse her. What if she denies it? And what will you do --.