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Chapter Two
Jessica rolled out of bed about seven and jumped in the shower. As she toweled off, she looked at herself in the mirror. While she had never regarded herself as a beauty, she did think she was attractive enough to be able to find somebody to call her own. She was five feet six, a decent enough height, and had wavy, shoulder-length blond hair. Jessica liked her button nose and blue eyes, but didn't think her breasts were anything to write home about. Then again, no one had ever complained, so they must be OK, she thought. She threw on a pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top and headed to the kitchen to grab some coffee and a bagel.
Amber was there already, looking like she'd just crawled out of bed. Despite being the sort of woman who looked great in skimpy lingerie, Amber loved to hang around the house in flannel pajamas with little bears on them. Jessica had to admit that Amber did look cute in flannel pajamas, little bears or not. Of course, Amber pretty much looked cute in anything. She was just like that.
“If I don't find something to write about soon, I'm going to scream”, said Jessica, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
“You're not having any luck? Have you checked the bestseller lists to see what other people are writing about?”, Amber asked.
“Sure, but it's still mostly that rich billionaire stuff or virgins being trained at S&M camp. Bor-ing. I need something new. I need some inspiration. I need something.”
“ Why don't you go find a job?”
“A job? I have a job. I'm a writer”, Jessica said, as she put her bagel in the toaster.
“No, Jess, I don't mean an 'earn-a-living' job. I mean something you could do for a few months that might allow you to meet different kinds of people. Something that might put you in a position to meet the right guy. Perhaps something involving travel. There are a lot of interesting people in the world, but you never meet any since you never seem to leave our apartment.”
Jessica did agree that Amber had a point. The Internet is good for research, but nothing gets your creative juices flowing like getting out in the world and experiencing new things and meeting people. Perhaps it would be a good idea to find something else to do for a few months, if only to clear the cobwebs out of her brain and help her to get writing again.
“OK, Amber. Got any suggestions?”, asked Jessica.
“My friend Julie just went to work on a cruise ship. I get occasional e-mail from her. She's working as a cocktail waitress. She says it's a lot of fun, she's met some interesting people, and she's getting to spend most of her time in the Caribbean. If you want, I can have her put you in touch with the cruise line.”
“A cruise ship? Really?” Jessica was curious.
“Really. She works for eight months and then gets two months off. She gets paid, she gets to travel, and her room and board are provided for her. She's made a lot of friends and she's gotten to see a lot of really nice places. Every time I get e-mail from her she seems to include a picture from some tropical beach. And she says that she's met some truly amazing guys, though she's not allowed to date passengers. Still, she says she's having the time of her life.”
Hmm, thought Jessica. The Caribbean does sound nice. And all kinds of people take cruises. The ships go to interesting places; at least that might provide something to write about And why not? I'm already not getting anything written. What's the worst that can happen?
“Sure. Maybe I'll give that a try. It can't hurt. What do I need to do?”
“I'll e-mail Julie and see if she's got the number for their human resources department.”
Jessica thanked her, and went back to her laptop to try to write something. Anything. Just like