Kent was gamely licking her clit when the ship lurched again.  Another announcement came blaring through the speakers, and the sounds of people's rushing and pounding feet came through the ceiling above her.  She pushed Kent away,"Damn it.  Sounds like something serious.  You better get back to your cabin or something."<br/><br/>She slipped out of bed and put on clothes.  Without even understanding why she was doing it, she put on several layers of clothes--swimsuit, leggings, camisole, t-shirt, long sleeved shirt, jeans and ended with a sweatshirt reading "Harvard" on the outside.  Kent just looked at her like she was crazy.<br/><br/>"Why are you doing that?" he asked.  He was slowly putting on the suit he'd been wearing that evening.<br/><br/>She looked herself up and down and said,"If this ship goes down, I don't want to be out there in my pajamas, now do I?"<br/><br/>The ship lurched again and she reached into her drawers grabbing her phone, off for the duration, but probably mostly charged and her backpack that included her kindle, her camera, a package of tylenol and a couple of bags of M&Ms.<br/><br/>She headed to the door just as Kent was done struggling to get his shoes on.<br/><br/>"I'll see you by the life-boats--you know that place they told us about at the start of the cruise, the emergency meet-up spot."<br/><br/>"Wait, what?" he asked as she ran down the hallway and toward the stairs to the upper deck.  "You listened to that spiel?"<br/><br/>