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and honest-to-God honked . In a big way.
    Casey swallowed hard while she squeezed extra toothpaste on her toothbrush. She paced up and down in the compact luxury bathroom, observing herself in the mirror as her mouth was frothing. Behind her, the shower beckoned invitingly. With a start, Casey realised that that was it! The solution, the answer, the remedy!
    She finished brushing her teeth and started running the shower. Before she stepped in, she opened the bathroom door and called to Alex.
    ‘Oh lover boy! Come slather me in lather!’
    This was an old joke of theirs going back to the very first time they had coupled after a gig. It had been in a dingy backstage shower room with peeling paint and tiles that refused to stick to the walls. They had covered each other in a lather of shower gel until their bodies had been too slippery to hold, and yet somehow they had managed to go all the way—with cataclysmic effects. Casey’s loins danced eagerly at the memory. Yes, this was the way forward.
    She stepped into the shower and stood under the steaming hot water, waiting for Alex to appear. At last, there he was!
    He sauntered into the bathroom looking like a Roman god, all dark broody looks—and with a vital part of his anatomy very much standing to attention. Casey whistled, and Alex bowed.
    ‘Morning glory,’ he laughed. ‘Let me get rid of that, and then I’ll see to you, madam.’
    Casey grinned. ‘I do like it when you talk rough.’
    After turning to face the shower jets to discreetly give Alex some privacy, Casey gave a start as a draft of cold air caressed her skin when he entered the stall. Immediately, his arms snaked around her waist from behind, and he cupped her breasts in his hands. She could feel his arousal pressing into her buttocks, and she shuddered in excitement. We’re back in business.
    Alex grabbed some shower gel off the shelf and started slathering her body, working the lotion into her skin with delicious circular motions, and Casey let out little moans of pleasure. Yet curiously, the more he rubbed, the less excited she became. In fact, the touch of his hands was becoming downright irritating, and Casey was confused.
    She wriggled her soapy body out of his grasp to face him and snuggled her head against his neck. Maybe if he focused on her back for a while, things would stop being strange. Obligingly, he started stroking her rear, but the movement was perfunctory, almost robotic, as if Alex, too, had lost interest. Now that she thought of it, she realised that his hardness had subsided again.
    Casey drew back and searched Alex’s face for a clue of what he was feeling. His eyes were half closed, but his face mirrored her own confusion and something else… a hint of blind panic. Their in-shower, soap-extravaganza routine had never failed before. As an isolated event, she might have discounted this as a fluke. But on the heels of last night’s missed consummation, she couldn’t help but feel disconcerted. Had they lost the knack?
    A little voice piped up in her head. Don’t make a big deal out of it. Simply get on with it and get out. Pretend nothing’s happened. Or rather, pretend nothing’s not happened.
    ‘Great,’ Casey mentally talked to herself. ‘Now I’m hearing voices, too. Maybe I’m going mad.’
    But she recognised the wisdom of what her inner voice had suggested. She fixed a smile on her face and kissed Alex smartly, if briefly, on the mouth.
    ‘Do you know what?’ she chirped brightly, quite possibly a touch too brightly. ‘I’m starving. Shall we have some breakfast?’
     
    ~Alex~
     
    Awkward. Awkward-awkward-awkward.
    Alex gulped. He was having breakfast with Casey at a beautifully laid table on the upper deck, and all he could see was sex. Vaguely he wondered whether the crew were having a laugh at his expense, but that would involve them knowing , and the implications of that were far too disturbing to contemplate. Most likely the suggestive arrangements were