<strong>Mike and <del>Katy</del>Sean converse in the kitchen</strong><br/><br/>When Katy arrived with the rest of the dishes Mike started a conversation with her. “My mother would have gone completely mental if she had ever seen me having sex with anyone. She lived with four sailors, and was still a pristine woman. I have a feeling our family life growing up was completely different.” He smiled and said “I would like to see this Montana, I think,” and then turned to her.<br/><br/>Sean smacked himself on the forehead. "Oh, man, I'm sorry," he apologized to Mike. "You probably wanted to talk to Katy, and I bungled it."<br/><br/>Mike laughed with embarrassment. “Oh, it’s you! I’m sorry, mate.” Then Mike decided to get a little even with him. “But it’s all right.” He put the dishes down slowly and opened his stance to Sean, showing him some chest and shoulder. “You see, it’s actually you I wanted.”<br/><br/>Mike left the sink with a sure, slow, seductive step. “You know how it is at sea? Months away from home…no women. Sometimes it gets a little cold at night. We all have urges from time-to-time, ja?” Mike reached out his hand and clasped Sean’s shoulder, then started to trail it down his chest. “I’ve learned to keep a very open mind, ja?” Mike looked up into Sean’s with affection, and started to lean in.<br/><br/>Then he laughed. “I’m just kidding, mate.” He slapped Sean’s shoulder, and turned away back to the sink with a playful smile on his face. “Come on and help me with these dishes. I’m sure the girls will warm up the hot tub for us. “You should have seen the look on your face.”