Kent had four fingers inside her when he paused and withdrew, stepped to the window of her cabin and looked out.  The water splashed up hard against it and he backed away.<br/><br/>"Jesus," he said. "Do you think the waves are supposed to be like that?"<br/><br/>Margo sat up on her elbows with an annoyed expression on her face.  "You know what? If you are more interested in watching the weather, you can leave."<br/><br/>There was nothing more annoying than a man with ADHD or whatever the fuck he must have.  Who gets up in the midst of practically fisting a woman to look at the window.  Then, just as she was thinking this, the boat, if you can call it that, gave a distinctive lurch.  Not just a little one, but a big one, and went a little cattywompass for a moment.  Her stuff on the minuscule desk in her cabin shifted and slid.<br/><br/>"That's just not right, " Kent said.<br/><br/>A loudspeaker announcement came on within seconds telling them to not panic, that the weather was getting rough and everyone was advised to return to or stay in their cabins.<br/><br/>Kent turned back to her and said, "Well, I guess that means I better stay put.  They don't sound all that alarmed.  I guess...I should get back to what I was doing."<br/><br/>Margo spread her legs wide and welcomed him back to business.