His head is shaved, but perfectly shaped so he can pull it off, and he’s got a nice body, filling out his button-down oxford shirt with a broad ches... and strong arms. He’s got a half-smile on his face as he checks me out. But he hasn’t looked away yet, and now he’s walking over here. Mission accomplished. He sits next to me, still checking me out. Now I’ll look away, because it’s awkward to keep staring when he’s right next to me. I go back to my Kindle, but I’m a little self-conscious because. Besides… that delectable body could tempt the most pious of men.” He snickered, and licked his lips. “Impossible, Seals only let men in.” She countered. “Then set us straight.” He growled, looking over her lithe, toned body, taking in the well-toned curves and hollows. “In your dreams.” She hissed, answering his questioning eyes more than his demand for accuracy. She had left the office, bent on finding the people responsible for this raid. They knew what she would and wouldn’t do, or else. “I’m stuck with two sixteen-year-olds. You have to keep me company and protect me from raging hormones and the temptation to feel like an old codger,” I said, in exaggerated desperation. “You have two teenagers?” She asked. “No! My brother and his date. Stay and you can meet them yourself.” She looked at me like I was nuts. “I don’t even know you.” “Isn’t a friend just a...” “...Stranger that you haven’t met yet,” she joined in and finished with me. “One of my mom’s favorite sayings. Not. . Mistry had been confined to the blood hut for the last few days, as she was at her time. Confining the menstruating breeders was undeniably good for the People. The number of shark attacks had decreased markedly, and the People were increasing their foothold on the shallow shelf that they called home. The blood huts had been designed by a very clever administrator, and the water flowed in and out of it via an effective filtering system. Some of the young administrators monitored the filters,.