.. not shoddy ... rather ... below standard workOn being returned fit for duty, TJ, as he preferred to be called, found himself a full Commander, RMN,...to his satisfaction, and posted to a desk in First Sea Lord's Plans' Department as an Intelligence Officer, much to his chagrin. He was not too unhappy at piloting a desk as he regarded himself fortunate at having had five continuous years of space appointments albeit in a friendly navy including four operational duty tours. He was way overdue. Debra and I had our own tiny two-person tent. Her Mom and Dad had their own tent. We all went to work making the campsite habitable and putting-up our tents. We had a full size air mattress, a couple of blankets and pillows. It was to hot for sleeping bags.After her Dad cooked dinner on his portable gas stove, Debra and I, used his stove to heat-up some lake water so that we could take a birdbath.Once in our tent, we stripped off our clothes and underwear. Then began washing the sweat off of. She’d seen two girls give themselves to Martin and be delighted at the results; maybe she should know what to measure others by?So the mutterings and discussion continued late into the night, long after Martin had gone to bed with a “Don’t stay up too late, remember its a school night. God! I sound like my parents!” To which they had all laughed and agreed that he sounded like their parents (only, of course, their parents didn’t have a golden ticket to their bodies). At length, an agreement was. They went straight to Steph’s parents’ villa where they would be staying for the next ten days, Vikki sharing a room with Steph and Tara with Charlie. Unpacking quickly they slipped straight into their bikinis and headed out to the pool already starting on their cocktails. Steph was most definitely the skinniest of the four, her purple bikini clung to her petite body as her sleek brown hair draped onto already bronzed shoulders. Tara on the other hand was much curvier, with a shapely ass and.