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Elaine sat in the chair with her legs crossed demurely at the ankles and her arms crossed thoughtfully across her chest. She tapped her expertly manicured nails against her arm to prevent herself from tapping them against her teeth – or worse, biting them. It had been a hard habit to break and she always found herself fighting the urge during times of stress. Like this one. ...

Elaine hiked up her skirts as she descended from the ship. It has been a long journey, and she had run out of reading material halfway through week two. After organizing a book-borrowing club with as many of the other passengers as she could bully into participating and then exhausting that supply of material, she had taken to learning what she could abo...