Wait for Amanda

Doe is probably very nice, but a woman "calculated" to be the best for you? You're a nice guy, but you've gone on enough dates with women who have "great personalities" already. You already know Amanda's pretty, so you decide to look her up.

You ask around and find a bulletin board of staff hours. There's only one Amanda, and she goes off duty in only half an hour, so you wait for her.

33 minutes later, you see her leaning on one of the guard rails looking out over the docks (the ship hasn't left yet). She reaches back and starts kneading one of her shoulders. You move over next to her and put a hand lightly on her shoulder. "Hey."

"Hmm?" she says, turning to you. Not the easily-startled type.

"Can I help you with that?" you ask, moving behind her and squeezing her shoulders.

"You're not here to work, John, not-OH, that feels good... Ahh..."

You stand, massaging her shoulders as she sighs and makes appreciative noises. She's ticklish and prefers gentle to hard rubbing. Finally you finish rubbing her shoulders and back, and the two of you look out over the docks again.

"Lousy view," you remark.

"No kidding. C'mon. I owe you a favor, John, and I know a much more fun place to go."