You've met a wonderful lady in a conference a few months back— she was a wealthy, gorgeous, tall, brunette. You've became close over these past few years. She was married, you knew that, and she did, but these past few days have been different, how she acts, how she looks at you, how she speaks to you, and how she touches you. You just brush these things off as you thought they were just "friendly" things women do.

Her husband was in a business trip for a week and she invited you to her yacht, just you two, nobody around, for the next three days. She was looking away at the view of the sea. You took a picture of her secretly. She turned and spoke. "Come and join me, the view is wonderful."

That is when you stood up from your chair and walked your way towards her at the edge of the yacht's railings.