While waiting for her to finish, Helena removed her shift and frowned at the stains and sweat upon it. She would have to make laundry one of her chore... again later today. She felt soft breasts press against her back and the Dancer's arms wrap around her waist. The woman broke the embrace quickly and Helena looked down to see one of the long gold chains fastened about her waist."Oh My Lady!" Helena gaped, "'Tis far too fine a thing for me."The Dancer did not speak, did not even smile but simply. The belt closure left a generous portion of her upper torso uncovered, revealing a black bustier underneath. Her long legs and (now visible) dancer’s body were very much on display, as her legs split the front of the gown with each step – showing she was also wearing black stockings with garters, and apparently nothing else.“Comfortable” to Marguerite apparently meant eye-popping, right down to the black stiletto heels on her feet.I noticed that, well, Jack noticed. How could he not? The outfit. "Permission to come aboard Sir?" I saluted him and the flag on the stern."Sir' my ass, get on board." Ernie was standing there as soon as he saw the ladies, he jumped to help them with their gear.Ernie must have been telling lies as the ladies were laughing till their sides might burst as they came aboard. I served duty as a side boy, to help them over the Toe rail and down to the cockpit deck. From there, they went into the Pilot house and down into the salon."She ready to go Ernie?" I. And how could he rescueme. Michael was not much of a man compared to these Romans.Physically Michael was week. He had always relied on his learnedskills to compete with other men. Here in Rome it would not have donehim much good.So much training had occurred during the week I had forgotten aboutMichael until writing this blog. Do you know why? Why am I Sandra? Ohyes, I remember. I think I know why I am. At least one of the reasonsmust have been exactly because Michael was not physically much of.