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Maiden Voyage: Part 1
Strangers forced to share a cabin on a cruise ship.
By HectorBidon. Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
The waiting area outside the Long Beach cruise terminal was
abuzz with bright new outfits and happy chatter. It was enough to make even the
most reserved introvert start to feel a bit of excitement.
I was standing with Jack and Ciara, two regulars of the
social group. Jack was tall and rugged, something to do with landscaping; Ciara
tall and willowy, worked in an office of some sort. They weren't an official
couple, as far as I knew, but they seemed to have hooked up for the New Year’s
Pacific cruise. That was sort of the way the group worked. Thirty somethings,
mostly divorced, intent on maintaining the hard playing lifestyle of their
twenties, looking for like-minded dating partners to do it with.
Jack was explaining the different cruise drink payment
plans. I smiled politely and nodded, thinking how different from theirs my life
would be when I got to be their age.
Denise bustled up in a pretty pastel pantsuit with her
clipboard in her hand. She was a travel agent and the mother hen of the group,
forty-something and no longer trying so hard to pretend she was any younger.
She’d put together this group and made a nice extra income for her troubles.
"Hector," she said, ushering me a step aside,
"I'm afraid there's been a mix up with your reservation. Somehow your
single cabin didn't show up on the final printout." She gave me a
concerned look. "They're working on it,, but we may have to double
you up with someone."
This came as a bit of a rude surprise. One of the only
reasons I'd finally agreed to come on the cruise in the first place had been
her assurance that I'd be able to have a single. It wasn't that I was
antisocial really, but I had my limits.
"You know Mrs. Pendergast, don't you?"
Mrs. Pendergast was an older woman, well into her sixties.
She wasn't a regular member of the group, but it amused her sometimes to hang
with a younger crowd. The group let her tag along to some of their events. I
was going to have to share a room with Mrs. Pendergast?
"Apparently she got sick and had to cancel at the last
minute. So we have an opening. She was sharing a room with, ah;" she
double checked her forms; "a Ms. Crenshaw. I don't know her, but I'm sure
she's very nice. It's a double room, and you know how it is on a cruise. You
don't spend that much time in your room anyway."
I didn't even try to return her smile.
"They're still working on your single, of course. I
just wanted to let you know the fallback plan."
Not only losing my single, but having to spend the cruise
being polite to an old lady? In Denise's mind, that was what the social group
was all about.
People were already starting to go into the terminal
building when Denise came back, this time with an attractive young woman at her
side. I wondered if it was Denise's daughter, there to see us off.
"Hector," she said, peering at me over the top of
her glasses, "this is Molly Crenshaw. I've been explaining our
predicament."
The girl gave me a weak smile. She was pretty, with long
brown hair swept back, wearing white shorts and a light blue top. She didn't
look like she could be a day over twenty-one. Not at all what I had pictured as
a travelling companion for Mrs. Pendergast.
"It's a double room," Denise was explaining.
"I'm sure they'll be able to rig up a partition if need be. But this will
be the first cruise for both of you. It will be nice to have a buddy to help
you find your way around. I'm sure the two of you will hit it off."
Molly was still looking at me rather uncertainly. This
apparently wasn't exactly what she had signed up for, either. She looked back
at Denise. "Well, if his other room got cancelled,”
Denise was delighted. The registration mix-up had been
solved in an efficient and social-group-positive way. I couldn't believe she
was being so cavalier about putting a guy and a girl who didn't even know each
other into the same room together.
"They're still working on my single though,
right?"
"As far as I know. You'll be able to check with the
Bursar once we get on board."
Denise had more than enough smile for the three of us. They
called our area for boarding.
"See you on board," she said, bustling off with
her clipboard.
Going up the gangway onto the ship itself kind of blew me
away. You entered onto the mezzanine level of what looked like the fanciest
mall I'd ever seen. There was an atrium that rose several stories high with
glass elevators gliding up and down and fancy shops and glittering lights on
every different level. On the floor below us a fellow in a tuxedo was playing a
grand piano. All of this right in the middle of the ship. Molly's eyes were as
wide as mine.
They'd told us to have lunch while the luggage was being
brought on. Molly and I had come aboard with a bunch of other social groupers,
but they'd all buzzed off one way or another leaving the two of us by
ourselves. We found a little sandwich and salad buffet.
"So, your first cruise?" I asked. I was pretty
sure I'd be able to get the room situation straightened out, but there was no
harm in being polite.
She assembled a forkful of salad. "Yes, Mrs. Pendergast
is a patient at the clinic where I work. She's pretty chatty, you know. She
kept talking about this fantastic cruise she was going on. But she needed a
travelling companion to come along and sort of look after her." She
shrugged. " Mrs. Pendergast offered to cover the cost, if I’d come with. I
don't know, she has a way of getting what she wants."
"Is she all right?" I asked.
"Denise says she's afraid she might be coming down with
something. She's a bit of a hypochondriac. But the tickets are already paid
for, and I'm already here, so Denise said I should just come along on the
cruise without her." She gave her little shrug again and took a sip of
iced tea. "Your first cruise too?"
"I'm not really a member of the social group, actually.
I went on a nature hike with them one time and ended up on Denise's list. So
now she sends me emails every time she has some big event. She was kind of
persistent this time. I think they needed to sign up a certain number of people
in order to get a discount or something."
Molly nodded and stabbed a crouton. "Well, it is a
cruise. It should be fun. And it'll be nice not to have to keep tabs on Mrs.
Pendergast all the time. There's gambling, you know. When we get far enough out
to sea."
"You gamble?"
"Of course. Poker, black jack. Machines mostly, but
sometimes at the tables. I have a system. It's a lot of fun."
After lunch I asked my way up to the Bursar's office. Molly
came along to make sure that everything worked out. The Bursar looked me up in
his computer. Apparently, when Mrs. Pendergast had cancelled, they'd looked to
fill the vacancy with someone from our same group. I was the only one in a
single, so they moved me in to fill her spot and gave my room to someone else.
He double checked, but there weren't any other singles available. He apologized
for the inconvenience and gave me my key card.
I was flabbergasted.
"Well," said Molly, "we might as well go
check it out at least."
We found our way down to the deck where the cabin was
located. The room itself was not much bigger than a walk-in closet. A chair, a
little night stand, a mirror on the bathroom door, a bed against the wall. That
was it. We looked at each other.
"Kind of smaller than I would have thought," I
said.
"Yeah," she agreed.
I corralled a passing steward.
"Um, we were supposed to be getting a double
room?" I showed him the printout.
"Yes, yes," he said in his helpful foreign accent.
"Very nice double cabin."
"But there's only one bed." I said.
"Double bed," he explained. Then he gestured
toward the porthole on the wall. "Ocean view!" He smiled, happy to
have been of service, and went on about his way.
Molly didn't look altogether convinced.
I sighed. "Let me go talk to the Bursar again,”
But she was sizing things up. Sunshine was streaming in
through the porthole. Our two suitcases had been placed in a little niche
beside the bathroom door, side by side.
"All the other rooms are probably just as small,"
she said. "On this level anyway. And they seem to have already given your
other room away." She looked at me. "Do you snore?"
It wasn't a question I was expecting. "I don't think
so. No one's ever complained."
"Well, Mrs. Pendergast does, apparently. That's the one
thing I've been dreading the most." She looked back at the room. "I
guess this is just what double rooms are like on cruise ships. Maybe it's not
so bad. At least you don't snore. We're kind of on an adventure anyway. Maybe
we should just try and make the best of it."
She made it sound as if sharing a room with a complete
stranger of the opposite sex was no bigger a deal than sharing a table with him
at lunch. She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the schedule of the
day's activities as if the issue had already been decided.
"Shuffleboard lessons at three o'clock," she
noted. "Bingo at four thirty."
I sat down on the chair. So instead of getting a room of my
own I was going to have to share this one? Surely there must be some other
alternative. What if, what if I asked Denise to ask Ciara to move in here
with Molly and let me bunk with Jack? Ugh! I cringed at the thought.
"A magic show tonight in the forward theatre."
Molly announced; reading more literature.
I looked around. How would it even work? The room was so tiny.
There was only the one bed.
Molly was studying a map of the ship. "What do you
think we should do first?" She'd not only accepted the fact that we'd be
rooming together, she was ready to head out and start exploring.
"Um, why don't you just go ahead on your own?
I've still got a couple things I need to take care of first."
I couldn't tell if she was a bit hurt that I didn't want to
join her. But she shrugged it off. "Well, OK. Then I guess we can just
meet back up here later."
I didn't really have anything I needed to take care of, I
just wanted a little time to sort things out. I was pretty bummed that they'd
given away my single. And I wasn't sure how I felt about Molly's
matter-of-fact-ness. Was she really so used to sharing rooms with random guys?
Still, if I did have to share a room with someone, Molly was
probably no more objectionable than Jack or Mrs. Pendergast. She was more my
age. She was just out of college and I had a few years on her. She seemed
pretty easy going. If we'd been thrown together as partners at a workshop
breakout session, I wouldn't have objected.
But sharing insights at a breakout session wasn't exactly
the same as sharing a cabin on a cruise ship. I'd had to share rooms with
strangers before, but they'd always been guys. What you did was you put on your
blinders, you put up your shields, you went about your business, you let them
go about theirs. You tried to be polite. At least that's the way it worked with
guys. Did it work that way with girls too?
I guess I'd find out.
The ship must have cast off soon after we came on board, but
so smoothly that we hadn't even noticed. By the time I found my way up on deck
we'd already cleared the harbor and were quite a ways out from land. I stood at
the railing and watched the waves roll by. I wondered whether I might get
seasick, but the deck was as firm and steady as any sidewalk on the mainland.
The ship turned out to be a whole little city unto itself.
There was a miniature golf course at one end and a climbing wall at the other.
The top deck held two full-sized swimming pools, each already surrounded by sun
bathers glistening in cocoa butter. The lower decks held lounges and theaters
and eateries and nightclubs. There were shops and kiosks on every level; a sports
bar, a wine bar, two piano bars, a margarita bar ("Hi, Jack! Hi,
Ciara!"); and any number of different ways to get from any one place to
any other: by stairs, by elevator, by main passageway, by side passageway.
Later in the afternoon I sat down at a little coffee shop
toward the stern of the ship and nursed a cup of lapsang souchong. Seagulls
were gliding along in our tailwind. I'd been making good progress on a couple
algorithms at work, and I went over some of the key steps in my mind. It was
nice being out of the cubicle for a change, sitting in the sunshine,
daydreaming instead of coding, watching the seagulls hover and veer.
My thoughts eventually wandered back to my room situation. I
still couldn't understand why Molly was being so agreeable about sharing the
cabin. It dawned on me that maybe she didn't think she had any other choice.
Maybe she thought that since she was only here as Mrs. Pendergast's guest, she
had to do whatever Denise asked.
And so maybe she wasn't really all that used to sharing
rooms with random guys either. Maybe she was just doing what she thought was
expected. A fellow shipmate, a sort-of member of the same social group she was
sort of a member of, needed a place to bunk. She had an empty spot. Didn't
shipboard etiquette kind of dictate that she offer to share? But then, by the
same token, what did shipboard etiquette expect of me?
I finished my tea and ambled back toward the front of the
ship. A raucous game of volleyball was taking place in one of the pools.
Someone called my name.
"Are you going back to the room? I forgot my
card."
It was Molly. She gave her little shrug. She was wearing a
bright yellow bikini. It was fairly conservative, the kind she could wear to
the gym, but it called your attention to her shapely legs and her slender
tummy. We made our way down the labyrinth of passageways toward our lower deck.
The people we passed would have naturally assumed that we were together.
"I figured out about dinner," she said.
"Everybody has an assigned time and an assigned table. Ours is in about an
hour. We can go together if you want."
After a couple of wrong turns we finally found our corridor
and our little room. It hadn't gotten any bigger in the time we'd been away.
But there was a fresh bath towel sitting on the bed, folded into a sort of
soft-origami swan.
"Look how cute," Molly said. "The
housekeepers must have been in."
She put her things on the nightstand and fiddled in her
suitcase for some clothes. "I'm just going to take a quick shower
first." She went into the bathroom, taking the swan along with her. I sat
on the foot of the bed and took a look at the schedule. The walls were thin
enough that I could hear the water splashing.
She came out wrapped in the towel. "It's too cramped to
get dressed in there," she said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. She
looked around the room, a bit awkwardly.
So this was one of the guys-and-girls-sharing-a-cabin rules
that I wasn't really familiar with. What was I supposed to do while she got
dressed? Step into the bathroom to give her some privacy? Or just ignore her,
the way I would if I was sharing the room with a guy?
She wasn't completely sure how to play it either. She turned
to face the mirror, but that only put her sideways to me. So she turned all the
way around, facing the outer door. She tried to give the impression that
changing clothes in front of a cabin mate wasn't that big a deal. So I tried to
follow her lead.
I didn't stare, and she had her back to me, but it was hard
not to notice what she was doing. She started by putting on her bra, but as she
was pulling it up, her towel slipped, revealing the two round, pretty cheeks of
her bottom. She quickly pulled the towel back into place, and I quickly forced
my eyes back to the schedule. So it was only with my peripheral vision that I
was able to see her stepping into her panties and skirt and buttoning up her
blouse.
Finally she sat on the chair to fasten her sandals. Our eyes
met again. She sighed, then admitted. "I work in a clinic. I often have to
help clients get over themselves, when they have to disrobe for an exam, in
front of someone they don’t know. I think I have better empathy, now. Oh,
Dinner is supposed to be smart casual." she remarked.
I took that to mean that my polo shirt didn't quite cut it.
I'd brought a couple button-down shirts, and so I went over and got one from my
suitcase. She nodded approvingly and turned to the mirror, fiddling with her
hair. I took off my polo shirt and put on the button one.
The dining room was immense, with big round tables like in a
reception hall. Molly and I were assigned to a table with some of the other
people from our group. I let Molly sit next to Ciara. There was nobody on my
other side, which was fine with me. Molly and Ciara found some girl stuff to
talk about. The general conversation at the table seemed to be about
motorcycles. Denise stopped by to see how everyone was doing.
Molly had the chicken and I had the fish. We resisted the
hard liquor, but we both had a glass of wine with our meal. Valentin, our
engaging Bulgarian waiter, brought us the chit. We had both just assumed that
wine was included in the meal, but he explained that it would be added to our
room bill.
"Will they charge it to Mrs. Pendergast?" Molly
whispered, afraid they might.
"We'll figure it out," I whispered back, signing
for both of us.
The magic show didn't start until eight o'clock, so after
dinner Molly suggested we just wander around. She showed me the little art
gallery she'd discovered on deck six where it met the central atrium.
Photographs of interesting doorways on old, rustic buildings. Just past the art
gallery was a little gift shop. We went in, and Molly looked at the jewelry
counter. She asked the lady to bring out a necklace that caught her eye. I
leafed through the post cards, but I didn't really have anyone to send one to.
We still had forty-five minutes until the show, so I took
Molly up to the miniature golf course. We didn't bother keeping score. I made a
couple lucky shots. Then, on the next-to-the-last hole, Molly's shot went wild
and bounced onto the next green over. It ricocheted off a bumper and coasted
down, curving gently, right into the cup. A perfect hole in one into the wrong
hole!
"Whoa!" I said. "Remind me never to play you
for money."
She raised her putter and blew on the end as if it were a
smoking rifle barrel. "You should see me at pinball."
The magic show was a lot of fun. The magician wore a black
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The waiting area outside the Long Beach cruise terminal was
abuzz with bright new outfits and happy chatter. It was enough to make even the
most reserved introvert start to feel a bit of excitement.
I was standing with Jack and Ciara, two regulars of the
social group. Jack was tall and rugged, something to do with landscaping; Ciara
tall and willowy, worked in an office of some sort. They weren't an official
couple, as far as I knew, but they seemed to have hooked up for the New Year’s
Pacific cruise. That was sort of the way the group worked. Thirty somethings,
mostly divorced, intent on maintaining the hard playing lifestyle of their
twenties, looking for like-minded dating partners to do it with.
Jack was explaining the different cruise drink payment
plans. I smiled politely and nodded, thinking how different from theirs my life
would be when I got to be their age.
Denise bustled up in a pretty pastel pantsuit with her
clipboard in her hand. She was a travel agent and the mother hen of the group,
forty-something and no longer trying so hard to pretend she was any younger.
She’d put together this group and made a nice extra income for her troubles.
"Hector," she said, ushering me a step aside,
"I'm afraid there's been a mix up with your reservation. Somehow your
single cabin didn't show up on the final printout." She gave me a
concerned look. "They're working on it,, but we may have to double
you up with someone."
This came as a bit of a rude surprise. One of the only
reasons I'd finally agreed to come on the cruise in the first place had been
her assurance that I'd be able to have a single. It wasn't that I was
antisocial really, but I had my limits.
"You know Mrs. Pendergast, don't you?"
Mrs. Pendergast was an older woman, well into her sixties.
She wasn't a regular member of the group, but it amused her sometimes to hang
with a younger crowd. The group let her tag along to some of their events. I
was going to have to share a room with Mrs. Pendergast?
"Apparently she got sick and had to cancel at the last
minute. So we have an opening. She was sharing a room with, ah;" she
double checked her forms; "a Ms. Crenshaw. I don't know her, but I'm sure
she's very nice. It's a double room, and you know how it is on a cruise. You
don't spend that much time in your room anyway."
I didn't even try to return her smile.
"They're still working on your single, of course. I
just wanted to let you know the fallback plan."
Not only losing my single, but having to spend the cruise
being polite to an old lady? In Denise's mind, that was what the social group
was all about.
People were already starting to go into the terminal
building when Denise came back, this time with an attractive young woman at her
side. I wondered if it was Denise's daughter, there to see us off.
"Hector," she said, peering at me over the top of
her glasses, "this is Molly Crenshaw. I've been explaining our
predicament."
The girl gave me a weak smile. She was pretty, with long
brown hair swept back, wearing white shorts and a light blue top. She didn't
look like she could be a day over twenty-one. Not at all what I had pictured as
a travelling companion for Mrs. Pendergast.
"It's a double room," Denise was explaining.
"I'm sure they'll be able to rig up a partition if need be. But this will
be the first cruise for both of you. It will be nice to have a buddy to help
you find your way around. I'm sure the two of you will hit it off."
Molly was still looking at me rather uncertainly. This
apparently wasn't exactly what she had signed up for, either. She looked back
at Denise. "Well, if his other room got cancelled,”
Denise was delighted. The registration mix-up had been
solved in an efficient and social-group-positive way. I couldn't believe she
was being so cavalier about putting a guy and a girl who didn't even know each
other into the same room together.
"They're still working on my single though,
right?"
"As far as I know. You'll be able to check with the
Bursar once we get on board."
Denise had more than enough smile for the three of us. They
called our area for boarding.
"See you on board," she said, bustling off with
her clipboard.
Going up the gangway onto the ship itself kind of blew me
away. You entered onto the mezzanine level of what looked like the fanciest
mall I'd ever seen. There was an atrium that rose several stories high with
glass elevators gliding up and down and fancy shops and glittering lights on
every different level. On the floor below us a fellow in a tuxedo was playing a
grand piano. All of this right in the middle of the ship. Molly's eyes were as
wide as mine.
They'd told us to have lunch while the luggage was being
brought on. Molly and I had come aboard with a bunch of other social groupers,
but they'd all buzzed off one way or another leaving the two of us by
ourselves. We found a little sandwich and salad buffet.
"So, your first cruise?" I asked. I was pretty
sure I'd be able to get the room situation straightened out, but there was no
harm in being polite.
She assembled a forkful of salad. "Yes, Mrs. Pendergast
is a patient at the clinic where I work. She's pretty chatty, you know. She
kept talking about this fantastic cruise she was going on. But she needed a
travelling companion to come along and sort of look after her." She
shrugged. " Mrs. Pendergast offered to cover the cost, if I’d come with. I
don't know, she has a way of getting what she wants."
"Is she all right?" I asked.
"Denise says she's afraid she might be coming down with
something. She's a bit of a hypochondriac. But the tickets are already paid
for, and I'm already here, so Denise said I should just come along on the
cruise without her." She gave her little shrug again and took a sip of
iced tea. "Your first cruise too?"
"I'm not really a member of the social group, actually.
I went on a nature hike with them one time and ended up on Denise's list. So
now she sends me emails every time she has some big event. She was kind of
persistent this time. I think they needed to sign up a certain number of people
in order to get a discount or something."
Molly nodded and stabbed a crouton. "Well, it is a
cruise. It should be fun. And it'll be nice not to have to keep tabs on Mrs.
Pendergast all the time. There's gambling, you know. When we get far enough out
to sea."
"You gamble?"
"Of course. Poker, black jack. Machines mostly, but
sometimes at the tables. I have a system. It's a lot of fun."
After lunch I asked my way up to the Bursar's office. Molly
came along to make sure that everything worked out. The Bursar looked me up in
his computer. Apparently, when Mrs. Pendergast had cancelled, they'd looked to
fill the vacancy with someone from our same group. I was the only one in a
single, so they moved me in to fill her spot and gave my room to someone else.
He double checked, but there weren't any other singles available. He apologized
for the inconvenience and gave me my key card.
I was flabbergasted.
"Well," said Molly, "we might as well go
check it out at least."
We found our way down to the deck where the cabin was
located. The room itself was not much bigger than a walk-in closet. A chair, a
little night stand, a mirror on the bathroom door, a bed against the wall. That
was it. We looked at each other.
"Kind of smaller than I would have thought," I
said.
"Yeah," she agreed.
I corralled a passing steward.
"Um, we were supposed to be getting a double
room?" I showed him the printout.
"Yes, yes," he said in his helpful foreign accent.
"Very nice double cabin."
"But there's only one bed." I said.
"Double bed," he explained. Then he gestured
toward the porthole on the wall. "Ocean view!" He smiled, happy to
have been of service, and went on about his way.
Molly didn't look altogether convinced.
I sighed. "Let me go talk to the Bursar again,”
But she was sizing things up. Sunshine was streaming in
through the porthole. Our two suitcases had been placed in a little niche
beside the bathroom door, side by side.
"All the other rooms are probably just as small,"
she said. "On this level anyway. And they seem to have already given your
other room away." She looked at me. "Do you snore?"
It wasn't a question I was expecting. "I don't think
so. No one's ever complained."
"Well, Mrs. Pendergast does, apparently. That's the one
thing I've been dreading the most." She looked back at the room. "I
guess this is just what double rooms are like on cruise ships. Maybe it's not
so bad. At least you don't snore. We're kind of on an adventure anyway. Maybe
we should just try and make the best of it."
She made it sound as if sharing a room with a complete
stranger of the opposite sex was no bigger a deal than sharing a table with him
at lunch. She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the schedule of the
day's activities as if the issue had already been decided.
"Shuffleboard lessons at three o'clock," she
noted. "Bingo at four thirty."
I sat down on the chair. So instead of getting a room of my
own I was going to have to share this one? Surely there must be some other
alternative. What if, what if I asked Denise to ask Ciara to move in here
with Molly and let me bunk with Jack? Ugh! I cringed at the thought.
"A magic show tonight in the forward theatre."
Molly announced; reading more literature.
I looked around. How would it even work? The room was so tiny.
There was only the one bed.
Molly was studying a map of the ship. "What do you
think we should do first?" She'd not only accepted the fact that we'd be
rooming together, she was ready to head out and start exploring.
"Um, why don't you just go ahead on your own?
I've still got a couple things I need to take care of first."
I couldn't tell if she was a bit hurt that I didn't want to
join her. But she shrugged it off. "Well, OK. Then I guess we can just
meet back up here later."
I didn't really have anything I needed to take care of, I
just wanted a little time to sort things out. I was pretty bummed that they'd
given away my single. And I wasn't sure how I felt about Molly's
matter-of-fact-ness. Was she really so used to sharing rooms with random guys?
Still, if I did have to share a room with someone, Molly was
probably no more objectionable than Jack or Mrs. Pendergast. She was more my
age. She was just out of college and I had a few years on her. She seemed
pretty easy going. If we'd been thrown together as partners at a workshop
breakout session, I wouldn't have objected.
But sharing insights at a breakout session wasn't exactly
the same as sharing a cabin on a cruise ship. I'd had to share rooms with
strangers before, but they'd always been guys. What you did was you put on your
blinders, you put up your shields, you went about your business, you let them
go about theirs. You tried to be polite. At least that's the way it worked with
guys. Did it work that way with girls too?
I guess I'd find out.
The ship must have cast off soon after we came on board, but
so smoothly that we hadn't even noticed. By the time I found my way up on deck
we'd already cleared the harbor and were quite a ways out from land. I stood at
the railing and watched the waves roll by. I wondered whether I might get
seasick, but the deck was as firm and steady as any sidewalk on the mainland.
The ship turned out to be a whole little city unto itself.
There was a miniature golf course at one end and a climbing wall at the other.
The top deck held two full-sized swimming pools, each already surrounded by sun
bathers glistening in cocoa butter. The lower decks held lounges and theaters
and eateries and nightclubs. There were shops and kiosks on every level; a sports
bar, a wine bar, two piano bars, a margarita bar ("Hi, Jack! Hi,
Ciara!"); and any number of different ways to get from any one place to
any other: by stairs, by elevator, by main passageway, by side passageway.
Later in the afternoon I sat down at a little coffee shop
toward the stern of the ship and nursed a cup of lapsang souchong. Seagulls
were gliding along in our tailwind. I'd been making good progress on a couple
algorithms at work, and I went over some of the key steps in my mind. It was
nice being out of the cubicle for a change, sitting in the sunshine,
daydreaming instead of coding, watching the seagulls hover and veer.
My thoughts eventually wandered back to my room situation. I
still couldn't understand why Molly was being so agreeable about sharing the
cabin. It dawned on me that maybe she didn't think she had any other choice.
Maybe she thought that since she was only here as Mrs. Pendergast's guest, she
had to do whatever Denise asked.
And so maybe she wasn't really all that used to sharing
rooms with random guys either. Maybe she was just doing what she thought was
expected. A fellow shipmate, a sort-of member of the same social group she was
sort of a member of, needed a place to bunk. She had an empty spot. Didn't
shipboard etiquette kind of dictate that she offer to share? But then, by the
same token, what did shipboard etiquette expect of me?
I finished my tea and ambled back toward the front of the
ship. A raucous game of volleyball was taking place in one of the pools.
Someone called my name.
"Are you going back to the room? I forgot my
card."
It was Molly. She gave her little shrug. She was wearing a
bright yellow bikini. It was fairly conservative, the kind she could wear to
the gym, but it called your attention to her shapely legs and her slender
tummy. We made our way down the labyrinth of passageways toward our lower deck.
The people we passed would have naturally assumed that we were together.
"I figured out about dinner," she said.
"Everybody has an assigned time and an assigned table. Ours is in about an
hour. We can go together if you want."
After a couple of wrong turns we finally found our corridor
and our little room. It hadn't gotten any bigger in the time we'd been away.
But there was a fresh bath towel sitting on the bed, folded into a sort of
soft-origami swan.
"Look how cute," Molly said. "The
housekeepers must have been in."
She put her things on the nightstand and fiddled in her
suitcase for some clothes. "I'm just going to take a quick shower
first." She went into the bathroom, taking the swan along with her. I sat
on the foot of the bed and took a look at the schedule. The walls were thin
enough that I could hear the water splashing.
She came out wrapped in the towel. "It's too cramped to
get dressed in there," she said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. She
looked around the room, a bit awkwardly.
So this was one of the guys-and-girls-sharing-a-cabin rules
that I wasn't really familiar with. What was I supposed to do while she got
dressed? Step into the bathroom to give her some privacy? Or just ignore her,
the way I would if I was sharing the room with a guy?
She wasn't completely sure how to play it either. She turned
to face the mirror, but that only put her sideways to me. So she turned all the
way around, facing the outer door. She tried to give the impression that
changing clothes in front of a cabin mate wasn't that big a deal. So I tried to
follow her lead.
I didn't stare, and she had her back to me, but it was hard
not to notice what she was doing. She started by putting on her bra, but as she
was pulling it up, her towel slipped, revealing the two round, pretty cheeks of
her bottom. She quickly pulled the towel back into place, and I quickly forced
my eyes back to the schedule. So it was only with my peripheral vision that I
was able to see her stepping into her panties and skirt and buttoning up her
blouse.
Finally she sat on the chair to fasten her sandals. Our eyes
met again. She sighed, then admitted. "I work in a clinic. I often have to
help clients get over themselves, when they have to disrobe for an exam, in
front of someone they don’t know. I think I have better empathy, now. Oh,
Dinner is supposed to be smart casual." she remarked.
I took that to mean that my polo shirt didn't quite cut it.
I'd brought a couple button-down shirts, and so I went over and got one from my
suitcase. She nodded approvingly and turned to the mirror, fiddling with her
hair. I took off my polo shirt and put on the button one.
The dining room was immense, with big round tables like in a
reception hall. Molly and I were assigned to a table with some of the other
people from our group. I let Molly sit next to Ciara. There was nobody on my
other side, which was fine with me. Molly and Ciara found some girl stuff to
talk about. The general conversation at the table seemed to be about
motorcycles. Denise stopped by to see how everyone was doing.
Molly had the chicken and I had the fish. We resisted the
hard liquor, but we both had a glass of wine with our meal. Valentin, our
engaging Bulgarian waiter, brought us the chit. We had both just assumed that
wine was included in the meal, but he explained that it would be added to our
room bill.
"Will they charge it to Mrs. Pendergast?" Molly
whispered, afraid they might.
"We'll figure it out," I whispered back, signing
for both of us.
The magic show didn't start until eight o'clock, so after
dinner Molly suggested we just wander around. She showed me the little art
gallery she'd discovered on deck six where it met the central atrium.
Photographs of interesting doorways on old, rustic buildings. Just past the art
gallery was a little gift shop. We went in, and Molly looked at the jewelry
counter. She asked the lady to bring out a necklace that caught her eye. I
leafed through the post cards, but I didn't really have anyone to send one to.
We still had forty-five minutes until the show, so I took
Molly up to the miniature golf course. We didn't bother keeping score. I made a
couple lucky shots. Then, on the next-to-the-last hole, Molly's shot went wild
and bounced onto the next green over. It ricocheted off a bumper and coasted
down, curving gently, right into the cup. A perfect hole in one into the wrong
hole!
"Whoa!" I said. "Remind me never to play you
for money."
She raised her putter and blew on the end as if it were a
smoking rifle barrel. "You should see me at pinball."
The magic show was a lot of fun. The magician wore a black
hat and cape and his pr
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