I'm guessing part of it is the fear of what might happen if we die. We've told all of our people that we have set up a will that will send them to you... but I can tell they still worry. Recently when we head off on another mission Bree and Violet hang onto us until we force them to let go. I'd complain, but the other men in the unit have trouble leaving their concubines.Louisa has been a huge blessing. The "old biddy" (her words not mine) just adores all of the children and once they get to know. Even as she had admitted to herself how much Greg could control her in the bedroom, Julie had never suspected it could be an effect that might spread to her professional life. The idea that it was thoughts of sucking his cock that Julie found so distracting was simply the crowning irony. It was a strange duality she was living. By day a competent business woman, accustomed to making decisions, delegating work, being in charge. But in the bedroom—with Greg, at least—she was subservient, needing. ‘Good to have you back in Navy Blue, Commander.’ ‘Thank you, Captain, I hope it will prove to be good to be back.’ They left. It occurred to me that Ross never said a word. He was well trained. I called Mr. Parsons, the man who’d hired me to dig up dirt on his wife for the impending divorce proceedings, and told him a little about the situation and that I’d mail his retainer back to him. I called Ginger’s husband, a man for whom I have almost zero use, and got her mother’s number in Texas after. “If you play your cards right you might,” she replied, licking her lips seductively. I could see her nipple bumps under the tank top and her toes slid up my shin. Her toes made my groin tingle.After dinner, we both cleaned up the dishes and then Marissa said, “Take me to bed sailor or lose me forever.” She took my hand and led me up the stairs. Ginger ran by us, ready for bed. Marissa peeled off her tank top just inside of our bedroom door. Her back was to me and I drank in the smooth skin of.