” “After I’ve seen the rest, I’ll let you know.” Salas palmed his goatee. “Do we have a date, Selena?” “Yes Mr...” “It’s Sala....” “Salas? That’s an uncommon name for a handsome African American male.” “Oh you think I’m handsome?” “I do.” Salas nodded his head at the compliment. “I’ll see you tonight, correct?” “Yes you will. Oh, what time?” “Say around seven o’clock.” “I’ll be there.” Selena turned and walked back to her vehicle. “Looking good from here,” Salas uttered under his. It promised to be a warm August day. She was dressed for it, though. In fact, she was under dressed. Other than the sturdy hiking boots she wore, she was noticeably ‘out of uniform’. Before she’d left her apartment, she’d forced herself into the tightest pair of denim shorts she could find, barely able to get the zipper up. In fact, they’d been too tight to wear even a pair of the skimpiest panties beneath. Not that she’d planned on wearing them, knowing that she’d enjoy the feel of the crotch. "The bus will be leaving in 30minutes, so it isn't too bad if she hasn't got time right now." Great, then let's go!" Marc smiled and headed for the class room door.On the way his eyes met Tanya's. He saw her carrying the two bags,looking at him, giving him an accusing look causing him anuncomfortable tingling in his belly. When he noticed Joe in the cornerof his eyes he shrugged and looked away, following his friend throughthe open door. Tanya and Sharon followed them close up."Oh there you. I had the carpeting replaced throughout the ship except for the kitchen, heads and engineering spaces, where rubber mats went in where it made sense. The galley tables had their tops replaced by end-grain maple, much as how a butcher's block is built. I thought about wainscotting in the passages but the risk of spreading a fire made me dubious of that idea. I cut a happy medium and scheduled fireproof sound-deadening ceiling tiles to be installed in all passageways and group crew spaces, such.