"Sure," she replied, but she looks nervous."I can't remember being this nervous for years" she confided, downing her third G & T."Here they are," and ... called out to them.We all settled down for a drink and a chat. I watch Wendy closely for a while and I can see that's she's impressed. After awhile Kate nudged me and whispered."Let's leave them to get to know each other, Ok," she said."Ok if you think it's alright?" I replied."We make our excused and move to a corner table where we can be. She likes to tell me in Tagalog that her husband is a naughty man and how he sends the maids home in the afternoon so that the two of them can be alone together. She says he gets her to wear a short skirt and no panti, and then she waits for him to take her in different parts of their house: sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in the laundry room, sometimes in the closet, and sometimes on the stairs. And she says that despite his age, he can fuck like a man of 21 or 22 years old.I'm very. I started walking to the front row. I heard no movement behind me until I reached the front row and turned to start walking to the middle.“Mark?” Jason asked. “What do we do?”“Well, this is a training session and most likely mostly a familiarization course. We’ll hopefully get to see pictures of the ships we’ll be serving on,” I replied“Ships? Won’t we all be on the same ship?” Jessica asked.“I hope we are,” I said. “But I’m not in control when it comes to those decisions.”I had found a seat. After everybody was settled and comfortable, Lady Carter and her daughter picked up Lucy and Ellen to visit Wilson’s Fashion on Bond Street. Elisabeth Wilson, the owner, was an old friend of the family who had started her business in a small shop in Portsmouth’s Mulberry Street that she had rented from Anthony Carter. For close to twenty years, Elisabeth Wilson had made the dresses for Harriet Carter and the uniforms for Sir Anthony. Her business expanded over the years and the move to London.