.. with at least a Battalion of Space Marines and... !” he just stopped, as he realized what he was about to say meant.“You know who he is?” the...Colonel asked.“Yes, Old Punish and Hurt! If you thought Admiral Rockler was tough, he is a pussy cat compared to Patrick Henry Patton, three-star Fleet Admiral. He is probably sitting out there with, at least, two Battle ships and their Task-forces plus a couple of Carriers. He is waiting for something to kill. That’s what he does. Everyone in the Navy. “It’s going to be an awfully long wait if I have to sit here alone."With a smile, she looked up at me for a couple of minutes and then she moved around to the front of my car and pulled herself up on the hood. As I watched, she slid casually back and leaned on the windshield. Again I was amazed at how really gorgeous she was.What the hell, I thought; feeling only a tiny stab of guilt when I looked at the gorgeous stranger and my body reacted. Quickly, I hoped up onto the hood and slid over next. He wentbright red and stammered a bit before saying "You don't understand."I looked at him and said, "I knew I couldn't trust men. You're allthe same. I'm going."He stood in front of me in the doorway. "Rita," he said. "Don't go.Let me explain." I waited and looked at him. "I'd like to see youexplain this. Where is she? Did you tell her some lie to get her outwhile I was here?" No," he said, terrified. "There is no 'she'." So explain all these," I said, pointing to the wardrobe."They are mine,". It was a strapless black velvet evening gown that was very low cut, with a slight heart shaped dip at the center allowing a V shaped plunge between the breasts showing lots of cleavage. The back was cut low also but straight across. The front was reinforced from below the breasts, which stiffened the fabric as it curved first up, then gently around, and finally slightly away from Julie's breasts while she wore it. That uplift, along with elastic in the fabric at the side of the dress, held the.