Derrick got out of the elevator on George's floor and looked both waysdown the hall, he did not want June to see him. He was feeling a littletense as...he approached George's door. There was something going on andhe just did not know. He loathed not knowing the situation, Derrickneeded to know what was going on around him.The feeling of apprehension made Derrick's anger at his friend's lack ofcommunication recede. There might be something seriously wrong andanger has no place in dealing with. Chief Sanchez cried, "Evolution for sea."Mick spoke to the 'talker.' He said, "Ready on deck, Chief." Engine room report." said Felix."Engine reports, ready for orders," replied Mick."Start Turbines," said the Chief."Turbines ready."Sanchez threw David a perfect salute, "Ready for sea, Captain." Let's get this show on the road, Chief, weigh anchor."Sanchez turned to Mick, "Shorten up."At the bow, Connie engaged the anchor capstan. She played the high-pressure wash hose on the rode as it came. It had grown beyond his normal proportions and his knot was drying in the slight draught from the open window. He watched with interest as the young woman flipped over and layover a couple of cushions. The cushions raised her perky little pink rear into the air; inflamed pussy lips pouting between her inner thighs stared at him. This was a scenario he knew something about. His distended cock twitched and slapped the underside of his belly and a few droplets of pre-come leaked from him, forming. I mean, of course I worry about that stuff. I think it's genetically programed in every female to worry about that stuff...even the slutty ones... Hence why I was going to call a cab and not walk home. There are certain tricks to being careful.” With her final words, she looked up from the pebble she held and met his eye. A small trace of sadness worked its way into her voice, though it was almost masked by the nonchalant shrug that punctuated the end of her sentence.There was something about.