I spent more time in my office and Andy’s office looking at maps and plans in those days than I had in weeks - or so it seemed.Updates were a contin...ous chore. Tomorrow Marcy, Andy and I were flying to Port Arthur Marine Works to inspect the two fast patrol boats and go on the shakedown run.I had found out why Black Bear had wanted them. There were ongoing negotiations with five OPEC producers to supply bulk oil terminal security and escort tankers into and out of the Strait of Hormuz. Kuwait,. Okay?”Just then, Adam came over the ships intercom, “Attention please, I need everyone on board to come to the galley ASAP. Thank You. Oh, and we need to have everyone mostly dressed, too.” He chuckled, just before the intercom went silent.We all chuckled, then headed up towards the galley.I pulled Tom off to the side, into the playroom, telling everyone else, we’d be right up. I discovered, much to Tom’s embarrassment, that he had no idea what happened to him. All he remembered, was Brad. "But I have other needs and this fits the bill, so to speak." I never figured you for a 'mini-van' type of guy," she laughed.He shrugged his shoulders. "I know it's not glamorous, but what the hell." He winked.Suddenly, he turned and placed both hands on her shoulders. "Tell me why you're here."The question surprised her. "Why... ? To be with you!I want to be here with you." Good," he smiled as he opened the side door. "Get in the back and strip." What? People will see, and..."He cupped her. . that the hands hitting my back had been a bit soapy, encased in rubber gloves. He looked a bit sheepish (there's a funny metaphor, I thought, a wolfmorph looking sheepish), pulling the gloves off and laying them down by the sink. Gesturing at the gloves, he said, "Avoids wet fur. You think it smells bad, it feels ten times worse." He smiled wryly. "Plus, plates don't look their cleanest with wolf hair all over them."There was a rather bushed raccoon morph looking a bit awkward at the back of.