Cruises are often taken for special occasions, and in this case, Lane and Roger are celebrating their divorce. Actually, they just didn't want to lose the deposit made in happier times. They agree not to get in each other's way if presented with any romantic or sexual opportunity.<br><br>Roger goes right out looking for sex, but Lane isn't in a rush. With the unasked for help of a loose cat and an overly-precocious young lad, Lane bumps into Steve. After a few shared meals, shore tours, and a life-threatening storm that leaves the ship stranded in darkness, bumping turns to humping, and their relationship grows.<br><br>Shipboard romances are iffy, though. Can theirs survive a pirate invasion, a disabled ship, and a slam-the-door argument?

Romance on the Sea

On the bus ahead of us I saw hands pointing upward at the monkeys. I could see that it was an older woman showing Jordan where to point…his…rubber band gun. And they shot, and they did not miss. Oh crap. Did I just see what I saw? Oh no, this would not be good. The monkeys didn’t like it either and their happy chattering turned to shouts, or whatever passed for pissed-off loud noises in monkey talk.


I had just leaned over to tell Steve when it hit me. And it hit Steve, and then it was hitting everyone. “Oh no!” cried the tour guide, suddenly sitting down in the bottom of our bus. “Cover your heads! The monkeys are angry!”


“And what do monkeys do when they are angry?” I asked Steve, helplessly, as I covered my face with my hat, which really didn’t help much.


It was the longest ten minutes of my life, until we were out from beneath the trees.


Chapter 11