'Through there.' He went as instructed, shedding clothes on the way. Not quite five minutes later he reappeared, smothered in his towelling robe, feet...in his slippers, his hair tousled from the steam. He looked sexy, and wonderful. I could feel my temperature rise and my pulse quicken just by looking at him.But I wanted a show.'Aren't you warm in that big bathrobe?'He got the hint, dropped it to the floor. His gym toned body, as ever, took my breath away. Perfection. I crooked a finger, twirled. 'Ex post facto', she'd said, and the Gunny agreed that it may not be fair, but produced results.He told her about Admiral Byng, who at the start of the Seven Year's War in 1756 had failed to defend the fort on Minorca, and how the British Admiralty had expressed their anger by modifying the Articles of War to list a new offense: "Capital Failure to Do One's Utmost" to engage and destroy the enemy in attack or pursuit.The Gunny pointed out how this execution had indeed motivated the other. ”“No, be my guest,” I said. “I’m just working on the next chapter for our story.”We continued our work in silence for about twenty minutes, when she put her papers down, and asked me a question.“Is the next book a continuation of your first story, or is it something completely different?”I gave her a brief outline of the story; how it would still have the two complementary stories; each from a particular character’s point of view; but it was quite different from the first story.“So, this guy. As luck would have it I found a white lacy half cup push up bra and matching lacy thong I also found a pair of white silk hold up stockings I quickly change into my sexy outfit and stood in front of the mirror I was now getting really horny and slipped on a light floral summer dress that buttoned up at the front, I left the top three buttons undone so that it showed off my 34dd breasts and left a few of the lower buttons undone to show of my stockings I put on some sandals and went out into.