“Desole.”“Ce n’est rien. Ta fille?”“Oui,” Kirk grinned.“Elles valent la peine.” Monsieur la Carre nodded. “You have met my Natasha...”“I have.” Kirk nodded. “Thank you, we’ve long since proven you speak much better English than I do French.”“Vraiment.” The woman sipped her coffee with a smile.“Yet, you improve.” Monsieur le Carre said. “I am glad we have found each other.”“As am I. It’s been a long relationship.” Kirk nodded. “And better than most.”“Giselle, les papiers.” He smiled to the woman. And, here I was in a relationship with three – maybe four – women that I loved and who loved me in return. And, we’d evolved into some kind of ill-defined open relationship. I resolved to solidify things in the coming week or two.I wanted to blame the girls for the lack of definition, but in reality I brought it on myself. I manned up to that fact, and found that made me feel better about what was going on about the openness of our sexual relationships. I felt some semblance of being in control. I decided that the best bet would be to take her to the hotbed of anal delights, the country of Greece.We flew into Athens like a pair of naïve tourists eager to immerse ourselves in the Greek culture with our American dollars and willing bodies in full submissive attitude. Of course, in my case my partners would be female with a spark of lust in their deep, dark eyes.Leibah was not aware of the purpose of our trip, but she was happy to be alone with me in the luxury hotel and lay naked beside. "Paint, anyway that's what it says on the manifest," he shouted across the storeroom.Good, the matt black paint I had ordered had arrived and now, with the help of the Starbase's space dock, we can spray number 299 all over black."It really does work you know, Candy," said Lila who was supervising the re-spray. "You can hardly see it." Well, I hope so," she said, "This paint didn't come cheap." Come in, Captain," invited the commander of Starbase 22. "We have news in from Navy command. They are.