She'd learned from Dillon the various ratings and ranks over the week. Kostowe was, she'd known, a Master Chief Boatswain's Mate, and now she knew the...abbreviated rank was 'BMCM'. At first, there'd seemed to be an overwhelming number of ratings, but she'd been able to memorize most. Lenore herself was a 'BM2', she'd learned, and both Dillon and Kostowe had told her that the Navy didn't particularly care about her name, but the rating and rank were presumed enough. She suspected it was something. Mallory knew no seniors with a class before noon.“Hey,” Daphne whispered to Mallory. She lay on her side, grimacing, trying to get comfortable. “Thanks for reaching out.”“No worries,” Mallory smirked as she loomed over her. “Want some Advil?”Daphne nodded and opened her mouth for Mallory to pluck a pair of coated tablets down her throat. She almost leaped with excitement when Mallory pulled the cold water bottle from her bag. Daphne tilted her chin and gorged herself on the icy treat. Her. She had a dusky complexion; hair was a bit more than shoulders. Her high-class status was clearly reflected by her lifestyle. When she calls me in her office, I always had a glace on her boobs which was partly covered and I knew that she knew that I always look at her assets. But as she was my boss’s wife, I had no courage to go further than looking at her. My boss often travels abroad for business and her sexy wife had come to office everyday to sign cheques, etc.I started noticing that when. ”“Come on dear I had you when I was 26 and now you are 19, that makes me 45.”“Yes that is so but Ma you are looking like a just passed out college girl.”I gloated from within but said, “You tell that just to please me but thanks for the compliments. I will give you anything you want for these words.” I saw his eyes glisten up with a wisp of lust as he interrogatively uttered “Anything?”The flirt in me awakened as I suggestively uttered “ Anything” and after a pause asked, “What do you.