The sexual excitement was building. I wondered what color panties she wore if any at all. Did she shave her pubic area? She uncrossed her legs to give...me a different angle. The phone call ended.“Sorry about that. I have a meeting later this afternoon. Back to what I was saying. I need your help," said Nina.I was trying to process and get ahead of the conversation to see where this was going. She got up and closed the door. The suspense was killing me.“I am having a hard time getting this out. The ship pulled into port latelast night. I was asleep at the time, but two men I had never met wokeme and led me off the ship. They wouldn't answer any of my questions,only told me that they were taking me somewhere I could sleep.So here I am in a, if I'm honest, pretty awful hotel room. And thiscoming from someone who spent the last year sleeping in a cave under palmfrond sheets. They told me to sleep, and that they'd be back in themorning, but sleep is pretty much all I did on the. She said he was too empathetic of other people's problems. She told him he was too sensitive and caring to be a policeman. That he needed to get into some nice quiet office job or something like that. But that wasn't for him. It wasn't his goal in life. He had worked hard in high school and graduated near the top of his class. Then he went on to college and majored in Criminal Justice and Psychology and graduated with a 3.5 average. After a year and a half of applications to every law. "Please, Morgan, can't I at least fix my face and my hair a little bit," Elise pled. Morgan was staring pointedly at Dex, and he figured out that she was trying to cue him."Elise," Dex said when he realized his expected role, "you don't have to worry about how you're dressed around here. Before too long, Kirstin will come wandering in, and I'd be surprised if she had anything on." Elise's eyes widened at that revelation."You certainly aren't under-dressed compared to us," Dex went on. "You are.