"It's more like something that we want to ask."Charlie had gone into the cabin and produced another bottle of wine and a beer each for himself and Fre.... He refilled the women's glasses."Well, ask what you want to ask?" Fred lifted his beer bottle. He pretended to chug a good portion of it, but actually limited himself to a few swallows."It's not really a question—more of a request," Maggie blurted out."Make your request, then," Fred's curiosity was piqued, but he pretended frustration.Pat. That turned into another mess. Not as bad as out at the mouth of the Cut, but it was the next worst fight I’d ever been in. Naturally, as soon as it started I was too busy to be an admiral. Shark was, of course, still the largest ship we had, and it was in the middle of our line. Whether they thought the commanding officer was on Shark or not, it was a priority target. We got four enemy ships all trying to board Shark.We were able to put missiles into both of the first two and then avoid them. It seemed tobe taking over my life. It seemed my only pleasure.So I stopped it for a time. Then came my teens and my lack of a sociallife, forced me to call on this again to create the illusion that I wasreally hot shit. People would see babes leaving my room and talk ofwhat a stud I was. Of course in the end I always failed to live up tothat... So I dropped that pathetic joke. I managed though, to take outmy resentment for my less than memorable teen years by writing for Teenfic magazine.It. Art targeted and hit the glass as hard as he could with the palm of his hand. “Plap Plap Plap Plap.” The force of the blows were passed through the glass causing Holly’s ass to quiver from the impacts.“Harder Baby, harder!” she cried out as she began to maoan and twist her nipples hard with both hands.“Bam Bam Bam Bam.” Art hit her ass several more times with his open palm several more times before he finally balled up his fist and hit the glass with the side of it.“WHACKO KABOOB SLAM BAM.” The.