There was a slender barefoot blonde girl in jean shorts standing against the door and two taller guys in front of them. She wondered how they got in. ...aybe it was a weird visitor policy that they could only be here during the day. Reema briefly met eyes with the girl. She curiously grinned at Reema and then returned her attention to her male counterparts. When her father finished whatever point he was making, Reema touched his forearm. ‘I’ll be fine, trust me. You go. It’s a long drive.’ She. No. It was the pain that I was going to inflict on her husband having to watch us that actually gave me an overriding sensation of deep satisfaction. And in a way I suppose it's in my nature. Not to detract from the events but at work I've been told that I'm too dominant as a person and that my team working skills are hampered by the fact that I pick on weak people. This is clearly just my nature, and I guess I'm just so cocky I won't change it. When I arrived to the house I was greeted by her. Sometimes, simulators don’t tell the tale; although, Ship’s simulators are lightyears ahead of our military simulators. But simulators can’t tell us everything. The person who excels in a simulator might well freeze up in actual combat. The bottom line is that I’ve put it off as long as I can. I have to do everything I can to give my crews every edge possible. I don’t want to be sitting here after the battle wondering if somebody would have survived if I had given them a little more training or. Of course, was to wonder how much of anything Sandy had learned about what Jill and I had done together.As far as Donna and I were concerned, I hadn't really done anything other than not turn away when she mooned me and showed me her titties. I could see though, for the first time, how it might appear to Sandy that I'd been somehow unfaithful to her if you looked at things from a certain perspective. Sandy must have believed that our ocean play represented some kind of a romantic relationship.