Maxwell couldn't help but smile, staring into her eyes, his courage growing further and further as his hands lay over her cleavage.  At first he was going to try to tell her that he couldn't, certainly he didn't seem to own his own ship, but an idea seemed to form within him.  "I know where there's an excellent ship," he replied softly.  "There's a Cruisers Yachts 520 Sports Coupe Sport Boat nearby.  Not really sure who owns it, but it'd be perfect for a beauty like you."<br/><br/>His heart was beating so fast that she'd be able to feel his pulse through his hands, but he was doing everything he could to be brave for her.  "I know how to start them; I've done it before.  Go get your friends together and let them know."  He barely seemed to know why he was doing this, except that he couldn't stop staring at her, savoring the feel of their hands touching.