It was pretty ironic, when you think about it...When I got back to our quarters, I went to Ollie and hugged him -- and he asked, very carefully, "How ...as your night?"I said, "Fine, Master. I think I accomplished everything you wanted me to." I know that wasn't what he expected at all, but it was the truth...Soon after, we were distracted by Jack's little video object lesson -- which was rough, to say the least! Then the AI had us head for the passenger mess that Oliver's colleagues attended for. And me? God, I’d give anything to see what was underneath it (and the rest of her clothes for that matter). While she waiting to punch out that day, she was eating a piece of cake while we continued our innocent flirtations. I watched intently as she literally and figuratively sucked the remaining icing from her fingers. And as I mentioned to her in a later e-mail, I couldn’t decide whether I would rather be the sucker or the suckee. This girl was definitely a first class tease. I am breathing. The good Captain Leclere is dead, father, and it is probable that, with the aid of M. Morrel, I shall have his place. Do you understand, father? Only imagine me a captain at twenty, with a hundred louis pay, and a share in the profits! Is this not more than a poor sailor like me could have hoped for?" Yes, my dear boy," replied the old man, "it is very fortunate." Well, then, with the first money I touch, I mean you to have a small house, with a garden in which to plant clematis, nasturtiums,. Sophie was a nice woman and she seemed to like me. Our rapport was so good, Dad started asking her over for dinner on a semi-regular basis. When I first met her it was at one of those dinners and it became obvious to me why he liked her. After dinner, Dad would always drive her home and say sheepishly, "Don't wait up, Honey." As if I didn't know what he was going off to do.But knowing it and seeing it were two different things. Dad had had a steady stream of girlfriends since I was about.