"Yes I've oftenwondered why she worked so hard through Uni and the high stress world ofcorporate life, given her looks. But we are all different, and...I guessshe wants to be appreciated for what she has on the inside. Instead ofwhat she has on the outside," Rob moved slowly to the chair oppositeNick's desk as he spoke and took a seat."What does Miss Gilbert need from me, Rob?" Well she is Upgrading to our Flag Ship PC at her home office. It'sobviously well out of most people's ability to set. " What do I call you?" Debbie thought miserably, seeing her whole life and Dan's ruined forever, her precious sense of self destroyed as she turned into the worlds biggest slut."I've had a lot of names over the centuries, in a lot of languages. I told you 'sir' would do fine. But you can also call me Zacariah, or even just Zach, this is a pretty informal century."The rest of the day passed uneventfully by comparison. Debbie cleaned up, getting quite an eyeballing from the hotel staff as she. "Not after we get the sails set and are out into the main channel," he told me."I could sober them up, but it will come as a bit of a shock to their bodies," I told him."Let me see how bad they are first," the Captain returned, as the men neared the ship. Once on board, it was evident that the three of them were really drunk this time."You're a sorry lot," the Captain told them before turning to me."I would appreciate whatever you can do to improve their condition," he told me, shaking his. I forced myself to pay attention to the details. The shape of his hand around his drink. The way his shoulders filled out his shirt. The timbre in his voice, the lilt of his accent. His clean, masculine scent. I told myself to remember everything.Finally we were alone in my hotel room. I was in his arms almost as soon as the door shut behind us. He bent down to take my mouth with a fierceness that surprised me. His long arms wrapped around my back, pulling me tightly against him. His tongue.