Mule was just as attentive, although for a different reason. He had his eyes on Berry and was probably recharging that impressive dick of his thinking...about being Berry’s ‘fake’ boyfriend. I might have even noticed a little movement under his towel.“I heard her too, Trix and I apologize for her. She’s really not ready for the advanced training yet even though for whatever reason, she’s trying to make me believe she is. She can’t even get the basics right. I just didn’t want to muddy the waters. '42' – Jackie Robinson, a black guy from the same town as the 'other' Jackie Robinson. 42 was the 'other' Jackie Robinson's uniform number. Lou Trezciewicz – 'Trez' to us – a wiry guy who was our main radio and comms expert. And Bob Bumeral, the guy who could make anything go 'boom' if you gave him about ten minutes to rig explosives. We never called him 'Boomer' or anything like it, despite his name; for some reason, we called him 'George.' As in 'Let George do it.'Between the five of them,. No, and I don’t mean some hanky-panky, that wasn’t the Cliff Head’s scene at all. Although I suppose… Bugger let’s not bother going there. Mind, most afternoons and evenings the tranquillity was somewhat disturbed by the appearance of a string quartet and/or a sort of geriatric combo in the Palm Court Lounge. The multi-purpose function room that served as tea dance venue during the afternoons and ballroom come lounge in the evenings. Some days there was usually some old bugger togged up in a. As he worked away at his computer there was knock onthe office door. "Yeah, come in," he said continuing to focus on the taskat hand, wanting to get as much work completed before the real fun wouldbegin. As the door opened a young blonde bounced into the room carryingsome folders, smacking her gum and waving her barely covered ass. She waswearing a black micro skirt and tight white button down."Daddy Rogers, I got some more reports here for you, Sir," she saidgiving a slight bow before.