There's a falling star! Elijah shouted. She quickly stands up from the back of Jasmine and puts her both hands inside Jasmine's sweatpants pocket. What are you doing? Jasmine was stunned. Making a wish. She answered softly. Her cheeks were against her back, and her eyes closed. Jasmine couldn't speak. She smells the breath of the stranger, like a soft wind brushing her ear. Her breast on her back radiated warmth. The hands inside her pocket are just inches away from her private body. And they were in the middle of the ocean, on a starry night, stranded on her fishing boat.