Steven's eyes continued to roam over her. Although only medium in height, Jennifer's body appeared long and lithe. Her breasts were covered by the neg...igee and peignoir, but he could see that they were mounted firmly in her chest and were just ample enough to match her frame. He longed to see the nipples and imagined them stiff with excited desire. He glanced down to her partially uncovered thighs and noted her delicate, but toned muscles. Steven considered Jennifer's voluntary display for his. Is there room for them in the cabins where the fishing fleet are quartered?”The purser considered. “Hmm, if they be on the skinny side there would be just enough room for them, but if any are as large as Miss Dora Dumbledore then we will have a problem.”“My wife will share my cabin, Captain,” I said firmly. I saw a grimace appear on the captain’s face but he nodded.“Of course, Sir Elijah.” He turned to the purser. “Place Sir Elijah and Lady Greenaway in my night cabin. I will be on deck most. When Captain Estevez, Lieutenant Collins, and their Top, Sgt Gutierrez came in, they were all grinning.Sparky was instantly suspicious. He checked his chair before he sat down, then made a quick check under the conference table. He sat back warily.“So, what’s with the happy faces, lady and gentlemen? I do hope that we aren’t going to start this working group off with one of Lieutenant Collins’s practical jokes.”The three traded glances, then Sergeant Gutierrez spoke up.“Sir, we had just heard. I have been programmed to never hurt you. So, you have me there.”“Or, you could be lying now.”“No. Or, was that ‘no’ a lie.” She laughed. “A riddle with no solution, a puzzle with no end. What is it, Davy? How do you decide?”An evil thought crossed my mind and it frightened me. Why did I think that? Anger? Frustration? Or, that damn devil dog again? Whichever, I was chilled by it and shivered, shaking it off.“No. You have been programmed not to do that. You might hurt me, and I suspect you.