"I hope you are not going to our picnic dressed like that," Jane said, observing that Susan wasn't wearing anything underneath her blouse; the coral p...nk aureoles and perky tips of her firm, rounded breasts were clearly visible beneath the sheer, lustrous chiffon. "Dressed like what?" Susan asked. "Wearing a see-through blouse with nothing beneath." "Well, you yourself said it was going to be hot this afternoon." "That's hardly the point," Jane said, lifting her feet onto the table and drawing. I get out of the car and head for the entrance. The second I walk in, I see her. How could I miss her? How could anyone? ‘Stay casual. Laid back. You’re in control.’ I move to a nearby table and sit down casually, thumbing through the menu in front of me. She glides effortlessly to the side of the table. I swear she never walks anywhere. She just floats… ‘Hey.’ The sound of her voice brings back a rush of memories just like it always does. I push them back. ‘Hey… sweet tea.’ We chat back and. “Goddess? I heard a few names, but not that one,” the boy said.“When I first met Ensign Munfree, Kirk was calling her that,” I said. “It was a game they played together. I believe they still play it occasionally.”“Was it her voice that announced the meeting?” he asked.“Yes,” I replied. “What happened to Ensign White?”“Something to do with the crew quarters,” the boy said. “She only showed us the concubine’s quarters before suggesting we wait here while she talked to someone.”I nodded as the. Dulcie Watts had immediately recognised the core truth in Cissie's gossip — whilst each gender needed some place to be among their own, there was also a need for another place to meet the opposite gender for whatever purpose. This latter place however was so often spoiled by the aggressive conduct of a few from both genders.A successful mixed gender institution could only be efficient if there was harmony and that required people who were respectful of each other as well as recognising.