I'm closing in on finishing Chapter Twelve of Emily In The Dark. It's taken longer than I expected, since I already had the story arc in mind when I picked it up again. Well, work, vacation, sleep (Ah! Blessed sleep!), family events, and so forth.
As a side note, when you are an old fart, on a cruise, and a stunningly attractive young woman is prone, is sun bathing on an upper deck, and loosens her top so as to not get tan lines, well, she might not (or might) want to prop up on her elbows to mess with her phone. Well, SHE might not want to, as reflected by her forearms and elbows concealing her nipples, but I sure as hell wanted her to rear up just a little higher. What I could see, was sun warmed perfection.
Her perspective on me, however, would, in reality, be something else altogether. Still, she is filed away, perhaps as inspiration for another of my stories.