He placed two mugs in front of his visitors and then brought over a plate of biscuits and his own mug.The Commodore grew thoughtful. "Would you like t... go to sea, if you could? Commanding a warship again?"George had started to sit, but upon hearing those words stopped. He stared hard at the Commodore for several moments. "You aren't just asking, are you?" Maybe you should look at this, first," James advised him, handing over a small electronic device.George didn't react when the device pricked. But there was never any real romance. She just looked like she was having fun. Needless to say, she was also happier than I ever remembered.I was willing to ride it out. I had heard of middle-aged-crazy. And I hoped that this too would soon pass. Nonetheless, it eventually became clear that Heather’s newfound empowerment had changed her in fundamental ways. First there was the narcissism. Heather couldn’t stop looking at herself – and playing with her body. Then there was the ego. She was a. When she got in, she put the little dog back in it's carrying cage, sat in the driver's seat, and watched the girls' car for a moment. They weren't leaving.Still astounded at what she had witnessed, and blazing with curiosity, the woman decided to boldly pull up into the empty parking space next to their car. She started the van, and headed their way.Melanie was somewhat astounded herself, but too delighted to question her girlfriend's newly revealed exhibitionist tendencies. She had never seen. She stared down at her feet, feeling ashamed and humiliated, as she waited for the embarrassing corner time to end. Finally, after half an hour, dad said, “Right young lady, I want you to head upstairs and fetch the hairbrush from your mother's bedside table”. Samantha fetched the hairbrush, it was big and old fashioned, more like a thick wooden paddle with bristles on one side. She handed it to her father, who was now sitting on a footstool which he had placed in the middle of the room..