“Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke,” he commented about his superiors. “That’s the first thing I’ve heard in a long time that makes any...sense.”“If it comes down to a war, and if we do this, I’ll need to join you guys as a civilian afterwards--and maybe even during,” he chuckled. “When they find out what I agreed to do, there will be a lot of pissed off generals and politicians in Washington.”He suggested that I add sabers to my list of arms if we intended to ride as cavalry, and sent Gus, his. It seemed like he had done enough to leave Tom on the brink of death without actually killing him. Seeing Tom’s battered condition, I actually felt a little pity for him, as I could actually guess the pain, he must be in.I was broken out of my musings by Samuel saying, “Well, I believe you now. What next?”I looked at him with amusement before asking, “What happened when I wasn’t looking?”He just shrugged and replied, “I was just keeping an eye on him, wanting to see if he made any untoward. I gently began to rub my soapy hands all over my breasts. I fondled with them and moved them around in circular motions. I took down the shower nozzle and placed it over my breasts. The hot water felt good as it ran down my chest, clearing away all the soap for me.My perky breasts were glistening, and my pink nipples were erect. I latched onto one of my nipples and began to gently squeeze and tug at it. I leaned back against the cold, tiled wall which made me shiver as I continued to play with. .. Miss. I’m worried about my wife. I seem to have lost her. She never came back to our cabin last night.”“Hello, Sir. My name is Aileen McDonald. Amongst my other duties, I am the Passenger Liaison Officer of the ship. What is your name? What cabin are you in?” She had an attractive Scots Highland lilt to her voice.“My name is Mike Jones, my wife is Carol. We are on this deck in cabin C 15.”“Well, let’s go to your cabin. I’m quite sure there’s a simple explanation as to what has happened to.