Well, la de dah, Rick. You and Deb found plenty of places on the Pride to make out. If we are ever table mates you and Deb can swap spit and Mrs. Thomas and I will fondled each other and the rest of the dining room can whisper all they want. We'll requisition the Maitre 'D to turn down the lights, the waiter to keep bringing the wine, the chef to prepare chocolate-covered strawberries and don't forget the whipped cream. Deal?