Sandy, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Darren Caldwell. Darren, this is my other wife, Sandra Johnson."I can see why Josh married both women, ...arren thought. I wouldn't have it in me to make a choice, either."I'm very happy to meet you, Darren. May I call you Darren? And please, I'm Sandy. I'm happy to meet you because Josh doesn't have many male friends. You must be special."He shrugged. "Compared to the three of you, I'm blandly ordinary." You have luggage, I presume," Josh said to. I think she knew I was peeking at her getting dressed in the mirror in front of me as I shaved the stubble from my face that always looked dark and slightly dirty in the morning. I didn’t understand how these supposedly normal guys could condone a beard or even a moustache on their face or chin like it was natural and not an annoyance to be tolerated.I could understand hair on one’s face in the wilderness or perhaps in a combat zone or some other godforsaken place where shaving was just another. I held her shoulders and made her stand up. We stood there looking into each other’s eyes. I wanted to make sure that she was ok with this. I was willing to stop if she did not want me to continue but as if to answer my unasked question, she took a step closer, now both our bodies were touching each other, and gave me a strong kiss then she whispered into my ears. Enter me and I bent down and reached for the condom I had in my wallet. She stopped me and said I don’t want anything between us. I. We'll meet in Feezals office in thirty minutes for the skin tanning."T'Pol acknowledged with a nod and left with Hoshi."And I'm here for what?" Trip asked, feeling somewhat lost."You will do what the pips on your shoulders say, mate," Malcolm said dryly. "You'll be the captain of both ships and will coordinate the operation. Hoshi has setup an office on Buran with secure communication lines to all teams and Starfleet Headquarters. She'll support you on it. Trust me, you'll be busy.