And we learned how the errors of one individual could impact the whole flight. Every organization has at least one person who just can't seem to get i... together. Our albatross was a short and rather irritating fellow named Porto. He never seemed to be on top of things. We had to make his bunk for him, push him through PC (physical conditioning),take extra time to get his locker set up, and so on. This often made the whole flight late for various activities, which of course caused us extra laps,. “I've been good. How are you doing?” Sam asked.“I'm good, very good in fact. Can I ask you something?" I asked.“Sure I guess,” Sam replied.“Well, what do you think Jack meant when he said to make sure we just talk and nothing else happens?” I asked.“Well, I don't know. I guess he's just protective over you and doesn't want anything to happen to you. I can respect him a lot for that. He's just your protective brother, I wouldn't worry about it too much, honestly,” Sam replied.“Well, yeah, but. I glanced over and Tina was smiling. I smiled back."Great," I said. "How about if we exchange phone numbers and I'll call you after checking what's playing?" That'd be fine."She got a piece of paper and tore it in half. I watched her very neatly written numerals appear on her half. Then she loaned me the paper and I put my own digits on the other. Looking up, we just kind of grinned at each other."Well, I'll call you tonight," I said.Tina agreed and we said goodbye. I floated back to my. I'm just a vanilla Christian, but pretty observant, I guess. I want you to know about what happened these last few days."Hold on, Sigrid. This sounds like beer talk. And I'm going to get more comfortable," Mary said. She got beer for all of us and peeled off her sweater, leaving her in slacks and a lacy camisole. I took off my heavy wool skirt and folded it over the back of a chair. That left me in my body suit. Sigrid was bare under her shirt, hung it over her shoulders. She took a pull at her.