.seeing me in my lingerie...straddling you...talking dirtyto you. You STILL weren't properly erect. I've never had that problemwith the other guys I'v... dated before. They may have been silly jocks,but they were always...like...you know...hard...and...big...for me."Beth looked embarrassed saying the words."I don't know. I'm sorry babe. I can't explain it." I mean...I know you're...a bit smaller than they are...so I guessed youwouldn't be as...as...rampant. Babe, are you SURE you fancy me?" Beth. ”Colonel Stiles shook his head. “I’d tell you to punish your crew, but I wouldn’t know who to go after.”“It would be a bad idea to do that,” I said. “It’s human to want to talk about something like what has happened to Corsica. And as Ashley has pointed out, the Sa’arm don’t employ spies. The only real worry would be to morale, and right now we know how that is for both ships.”Colonel Stiles frowned. “Your crew didn’t seem too bad as they exited the administration building, but I could see that. . ?" The question died on his lips as she came round the side of his chair and he caught sight of her for the first time. The colour drained from his face as he recognised his lover from thirty five years earlier.Dressed in a shapeless pair of oilskin trousers, a baggy, nondescript, somewhat grubby sailing sweater, the iron grey hair topped off with a Breton sailing hat, she leant forward, gently closed his mouth and said, "I'll get some of this gear off while you get me a drink - Tinner's like. ” Her sobs had gotten quieter and a chuckle slipped in there with that statement. “This is why I came to you,” she said. “I always feel safe with you. I love you so much!” she cried out and hugged me tighter. “I love you too, Punkin,” I said softly. I just sat there holding her for quite a few minutes. After a while, I heard her voice, muffled by her hair, rising from where her face was pressed against my shoulder. “Why do guys suck, Uncle Ronnie? All I want is a good guy but all I find are.