<strong>Emily<br/>With kids<br/>At the yacht</strong><br/>"Oh really? So if I want to live in a nice world, I've gotta talk when some jerk's trying to grope her tits? You know where to..."<br/>Sam stopped, and this was clearly a supreme exertion of his will. Then he smiled at her, but there was no longer any joy in the smile.<br/>"Sorry if I've been rude, miss. You're not a jerk, you just don't understand the real world out there! But I've gotta cool off. You let Chrissie steer it! And that reminds me, I've got where to put my energy to use. I'd be there now if you haven't come!"<br/>He went out of the cockpit, and looked at the sky. The raindrops were falling on his face, as he walked near the rails, gripping them with all his might.<br/>Chrissie almost had a tear in her eyes, but she blinked it away. And she didn't move away when the other woman got close.<br/>"He needs some time alone", she said in a low voice. "Now, miss Emily", she looked at her, still not moving away, " would you show me how much can I move that wheel without toppling the whole boat over?"