I spent several days before we were to leave buying Amber a new wardrobe, a few sexy outfits for Amber to wear when we were able to get away together....I went to all the exclusive boutiques, including Frederick’s of Hollywood. The night Amber drove David to the airport, I laid her traveling clothes out on the Cedar chest at the foot of my King Size bed, a white, leather mini-skirt; a white, silk halter top; a white, lace g-string; and white sandals. No bra, Amber’s titties were. Oh well, I'll give you a betterlook." snapping his fingers, a cloud of purple smoke sprang intoexistence. As it dissipated, a full length mirror took its place.To the confirmation of my earlier vantage point, I now saw thenightmare that had befallen me. My rather large looking, very male headnow sat on the neck of my beautiful young secretary Shannon Armstrong.Bizarrely, all I could think of was of that comic book characterZatanna that I remembered from my grammar school days."Randal! You have. Unlike the other women from my past, thinking about Sakura didn't getme--God!--moist in the crotch. I could still vividly picture her eventhough it had been several years since we last worked together. A tinywoman of Japanese decent and youthfully indiscernible age, she wasn'twhat you would call pretty. But she was sexy, in the same way that powercan be sexual. She was attractive, in the way a roadside accident drawsattention. Looking at a picture of her you might not think much. Inperson? The. A temporary bulkhead was put in place to physically prevent access to the lower passenger deck. The access to officer country and bridge and to the first class suites was already secured. Just before the caterers and band arrived No 4 hatch was sealed. The access from first class to the vestibule was completely disabled. McCock suspected one or two of the suites might have an additional occupant or two and didn't want anyone taking a wrong turning.Denny was the duty officer and kept a sober eye.