As she did he spanked her bare ass. “Shhhhhh,” emanated from a desk further down the row from an oblivious student deep in their studies. He slow...y grazed a finger up her thighs and between her lips, soaking his forefinger with her juices before he licked it clean as she looked at him, blushing. “Put your dress back on,” he told her. “That’s enough for today.” Confused, she obeyed his command and they made their way back to the parking lot. As they climbed in the car she asked, “Did I do. "You do sail, don't you?" Yeah, I've done a fair bit, mostly little craft." Any big stuff, out at sea?" Well, I've crewed on some big racing yachts on occasions, yeah. Mostly on the south coast. Why the interest?" Well, there's this guy. He's bought this ketch rig motor-sailor. Sort of cross between a cabin cruiser and a proper yacht. Anyway he's asked me to sail the thing down to Med for him, Majorca somewhere and I'm looking for a second crewman to come with me. One of the guys in the yard. Above that there is, or rather was, a master sergeant E-8 and a sergeant major E-9. The Captain's got rid of the staff sergeant, E-6, and the master sergeant E-8, in both cases he's reduced them by one step to E-5 and E-7. He wanted to get rid of the Gunnery Sergeant as well, but you'd be surprised just how much opposition he got to that. From all ranks. So he's officially kept it, he just doesn't have one, or in fact any of the other sergeant ranks. They're all just 'sergeants'." E-8? What do. " It wasn't quite a dismissal, but it wasn't far off it.I took a sip of coffee. Naismith seemed to have the uncanny knack of turning instant coffee into industrial slurry. "Two months down under? Anything interesting?" Half a dozen assignments. Officially I was covering the end of the Ashes Tour. Not just the cricket, more a bit of background. A different angle on things. But before I went out I had a word with my other Editor; you know, the weekend mag? He suggested I might like to do a spot.