“I have to go to the bathroom and I feel like I need a mirror.”

She reached for my hand and said, “Let’s go this way. We’ll go back to Terry’s room so I can check on Angie.”

She led me to the front of the ship via the railing. I asked her if it went around and she said she did not know but we soon found that it did. We stopped at a door on the other side that went into the plush living room off of which was the dining room and then the master stateroom.

We found Angie was still sleeping – yes, like a baby. She had rolled over and kicked off the covers so while Bette covered her up again, I went to the bathroom to do my thing. Then, I noticed a brush on the granite counter near the sink above which was a mirror. As I looked in the mirror to brush out my hair Bette came in behind me. I watched her in the glass as she put her arms around me and asked, “Did you like our little dance?”

“It was scary.”

“Why?”

“It was so intense.”

“But did you have a good orgasm?”

“God yes. It was fucking incredible”

“Good.”

“Where did that come from? What ever possessed you?”

“I read about it years ago when I came across an article on women having multiple orgasms. The article also said there was such a thing as mindsex. That a woman could turn on another woman and make her come without hands or props or she could even turn on herself. I never tried it before.”

“So you decided to try it on me?“

“Yes, I knew you’d be a good subject.”

“Well, if it’s all in the mind then why didn’t you climax too?”

“Because I wasn’t thinking about me. I was channeled into your mind.”

I put the brush down and she picked it up to work with her hair.

“I must say, there’s never a dull moment living with you,” I said.

“Yes, and what I don’t think of – you do.“

“We’re a team.”

“Well, I think we better take this team and our little cheerleader back to the hotel. What do you say?”

“Yes, we’ve had a long day.”

“Let’s go say thanks to Terry. Then we can say goodnight to everyone else.”

That was how it went down, except that when we went back on the open deck I searched everyone’s face to see if there was a clue that they might have guessed what Bette and I were up to on the dance floor. I was relieved to conclude that I saw nothing to indicate that and let the suspicions stop right there.

Terry went back with us to get the baby. He wrapped her in a large towel and he not only carried her down to the dinghy, he got into it and held her in his arms, all the way to the dock. When Bette took her, we thanked him profusely for a wonderful evening and told him we would see him tomorrow afternoon at 4 p.m. for our departure.