I was still reading, waiting for them. If they hadn't shown, I'd have just read until I got sleepy.By now, these girls were pretty sure of themselves....That showed as they approached my bed, without saying anything. They were wearing their night time uniform, which consisted of panties and a T shirt. They left them on, but Emma crawled on the bed to pull at my shorts until I lifted my hips and let her slide them down my legs and off.There were some long seconds as all three of them just stared. My fingers were already dialing Will, even though he was aboard the ship.“What?” he groaned, my call obviously having just awakened him.“Did you know this ship is nuclear powered?” I asked.“Say that again, slowly,” he replied, suddenly sounding more awake than just a moment ago.“This.Ship.Is.Nuclear.Powered, like our submarines and carriers,” I repeated, pausing for a split second between each word.“How the fuck did he get a nuclear power plant?” Will asked.“The captain says that everyone in. His morning mood turned instantly sour and he hadn't even pissed yet. At least the station clothes were his size and they had given him boots instead of those stupid slippers that the well-to-do and their unthinking imitators preferred.The food wasn't bad even if the company stank. He was fairly certain that the word "Contractor" wasn't stamped across the back of his shoulders but everyone in the room seemed to treat him as if he did. Never having done a stint in the deep holds of a major. I was at my desk when I got passed some papers to process. There was nothing new in this, but though I didn't know it at the time, I would be feeling the repercussions for a great many years."Interesting," I muttered as I read through the papers. I jotted down some notes: unlike many others I still preferred using paper and pen to using a computer or PDA to make quick notes. It was only when I started to do the formal précis and filing, that I realised that something was different. At first I.