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girls, in his mother’s definition, which meant without great fortune, he’d met in his life had only wanted the lifestyle he could provide them with. Not him. Not anything real.
    “No, actually, by then I was an adventure junkie,” she admitted. “I needed another adventure. Catering to the bodies of the rich and famous was not for me. I know that’s basically what I’m doing on this ship again, but it’s a sacrifice for a whole other type of adventure. Anyway, I went to Bali for twenty-three days of yoga teacher training at an organic retreat center in a tropical valley away from tourists. I studied sadhana yoga, the yoga of spiritual practice. That whole time, that entire place, was just amazing. At the center, my room had a sliding glass door with those long flowing, white curtains that framed a scene of lush foliage like you see in ads for spas. I even had the most amazing outdoor, private bathroom, stone walls with a simple, white tub and sink with no ceiling. Just the sun and clouds above me. You haven’t lived until you’ve soaked well-used muscles in a hot bathtub as a tropical storm pours into your bathroom. Sorry, you asked?” She finished with a shrug.
    “No, not at all. I love to hear someone else besides me get so truly excited by what they do,” he admitted, thinking he could easily be in love with this unexplainable wonder of a female. “Go on, please.”
    “Well, there isn’t much more to tell. During that training time we also got massages and spa treatments. We went on temple excursions, and other short trips during the evening hours. I’m thinking, actually, a massage therapy certificate may be my next venture. Who knows, if I keep living simple, saving, maybe one day I could open my own health center. A dream this cruise job is helping. I love getting to see new places with free room and board, only having to work a few hours of each day. Let’s me live rather extravagantly while still saving my money.”
    “Sounds great. I can’t believe you‘ve done all of that.”
    “I’m lucky. I know that. It’s suited me well. So, now, tell me about you. It’s only fair,” she baited him, her head to the side again, her hair creating a gossamer cloud around her face.
    “Well, you know my name, James Alexander Whitmore III, known to my friends and work team as Jaws. Like I said before, I’m a software engineer. I design and implement computer programs. Most are high fantasy, RPG, war or battle type situations. I started writing small sections of fairly simple computer code for CGI, that’s part of a much larger system, a few years back, and then got to do more system design. Now, I work on about fifty percent design and fifty percent code. Probably doesn’t sound that exciting. Geek, I know.”
    “I’ll never understand how you can call yourself a geek, or how anyone that looks at you would dare to. Actually, that all sounds pretty impressive to me. I didn’t understand all the words you said, exactly, and that made it sound even more impressive. I’m an action movie junkie. I think I mentioned that already. I watch, you create and play. No big difference, and I don’t consider myself a geek. I’ve seen the commercials for some of those kinds of games, war and fantasy, I think you said, and they’re pretty damn impressive. Oh, sorry, women probably don’t cuss a lot in your world, and they can probably come up with a better word than impressive . Me, I have a mouth like an uneducated sailor when I’m not watching myself,” she exclaimed, then covered her face with her hands.
    He simply pulled them away, trying to focus on the moonlight in her eyes rather than on the trembling in his fingers touching hers.
    “Please, don’t apologize,” he stated a little too emphatically. “I actually find it refreshing, real, even. Don’t watch yourself. Please, feel free to be exactly who you are. And, calling me impressive so many times, well, you’ve more than made my night, my next