"Kev, take it easy. Did you ever consider that Bob was just trying to get Gail to relax? It was pretty obvious she was nervous. Between her first divi...g experience and the fact that Bob is a famous author, it was easy to see why she was on edge. His comment was just to take her mind off it all." Well ... maybe, but how about the wine?" It was Sue who brought it out, not Bob. I can't believe Gail got looped on a single glass, a little tipsy, maybe, but flat on her butt drunk? I mean, one bottle. From the t-shirt and shorts he was wearing, tattoos smothered Loki’s arms, and legs. Pensively, I imagined his ink-covered torso. Above all, his chrome-dome mesmerized me because I had always loved bald men.Loki then mentioned that he and his girlfriend, Sylvia, had decided to opt-out of the rat race and build a home in the village. While their home was getting built, the plan was that he and Sylvia would be renting a cottage from a woman with whom I had become friendly within the village.. It was the look that lingered in his eyes that I had noticed in few others. Vladimir Nabokov called them ‘nymphet’s.’ I called them degenerates. This one was quiet and shy, and he knew better than to meet my eyes as he slipped across the floor towards the girl. I watched him closely as he took her hands in his own and placed into her palm a token gift. ‘From Sir,’ he whispered softly, smiling fondly at the girl as she had tried to smile at me. A low growl rose in the hollow of my throat as I. Cathy sighed, "And Amanda..." She said and looked at Lady Helen.Amanda frowned, "Yes Commander?" She said.Cathy smiled, "I'm still Cathy! I haven't changed although my rank has. Now the next person to call me Commander will be on latrine duty, is that clear."Amanda smiled and saluted again, "Yes Cathy, I'll pass that on as well." She said as Cathy and Helen got into the car.Once they were there the windows darkened, allowing them to look out but preventing anyone from looking in. Helen turned.