“Who in three devils’ name is in command over there?” he exclaimed in frustration, but also within hearing of the officer of the watch, Lt. Hear....“Sir, don’t you know?” Hearn asked cautiously.“No, I don’t,” Thomas returned, still steaming. “What?”“It’s Mr. Pons, Sir Thomas,” Hearn answered. “I heard it from the Queen Charlotte’s third lieutenant. Captain Benning requested his transfer away from Northumberland, and he was given command of that transport.”“Good Lord! Did he not learn a little bit. That’s political correctness gone too far for you. I’m glad I won’t have to put up with it at my new school. The campus was diverse. The young men came from every walk of life. They were Black, White, Asian, Latin and Middle-Eastern. Young men could be seen walking about, going on about their business. What a nice change. At most college campuses, male students are becoming scarce. And those who attend don’t get much out of the experience, thanks to empowered man-haters among the faculty and. "Damn," he muttered, clutchinghis trousers and holding them up with one hand while tryingto make a quick exit from the rest room and past the twomen, who watched him in silent wonder.Roger concluded he would have to replace the trousers, andwalked immediately to a department store at one end of themall. Now he was in more familiar territory, he thought,having purchased women's slacks a number of times in thepast to enable his cross dressing. The only problem was hehad always purchased a misses. Since it's an outdoor theater, there was no need to dress up, and with the curtain going up at 8, we had a fun, no pressure, early dinner at a diner near the theater. We joked about this and that and even had fun reading that night's edition of our own paper to each other. I saw a raised eyebrow several times while making comments, particularly while we were reading an article by Clive Barksdale, the Star's 'science and technology' reporter. Becka didn't make any other comment through, so I.