I wear a white blouse, usually, tight fitting , undone as far as I dare and which shows the colour of my underwear beneath. On a sunny day I will remo...e my jacket and stand by the window so that the sun reveals a little more. I usually hold a pen or pencil and suck on it as I talk. The boys are entranced as they try to get an eyeful, especially if I sit on the edge of my desk with a short skirt, a flash of stocking and some days, commando too.I can see the pupils’ eyes following me around the. "What is the old man waiting for?" he grumbled to none in particular. "Surely we will turn southeast." Signal from flag," announced Lander, squinting at the flashing light from the giant L70's control car."That or they're lighting their cigars," someone grumbled."West by south 110' speed 50," Lander read, "there must be a mistake." Signalman, send 'repeat'," ordered the Captain. The confirmation arrived back. They were heading for London."We're fucked!" the captain responded quietly.Eliza read. It is likely, in Cynthia's mind, that something untoward has happened to her lady, and that she may need to be attended to. Normally, that would fall to her maids, but since they, too, have been involved in whatever catastrophe has struck ... then perhaps Wadsworth should be advised of the situation.That is how things work, and an excellent example of why I am capable of filling in so many details in this story. I have eyes and ears everywhere. And fact is fact, whether it is going on at the. "I'm starting to get hot" she committed as slowly pulled her sweatshirt over her head, "How far are you planning to go". He said he was going to do a large loop, but didn't have any definite plans. After he tightened his boots he put his backpack back on, as she brushed off her green hiking shorts. Then he started back up the trail. They passed each other three or four more times before she decided to stop for lunch. He was always friendly, but distant, like he had other things on his mind. She.