"Heh. If only," he laughed. "The ladies may love sailors, but you seem to hate the smell of diesel and oil more. Occupational hazard of being a grease monkey."<br/><br/>He was thoughtful for a couple of seconds. One hand continued to knead Sarah's calf while the other settled on her ankle.<br/><br/>"On the other hand," he continued finally, "At least I didn't hooking up with a Singaporean girl who was only after a green card." He shook his head and sighed. "Poor ol' Reisman. Married all of ten months before she ran off with a dude who got rich flipping houses. Guess the joke was on her in the end though, huh?"