And as the Captain stared aloft at the sails, where barefoot sailors swarmed up and down like apes, the Salamandre, or possibly the Sally Mundy, would...calmly perform her manoeuvres without drama, settling down on her new course to the Captain's evident approval.At least, with all the sailors fully occupied, they had no time to stare at Catherine, although she occasionally caught one or two of them sneaking a glance her way. Or were they looking at the Captain? Certainly, the crew all seemed to. "Can you produce your medical records proving you had a physical within the last year?"Ben smiled for the first time since he'd arrived. "Sergeant Airborne, my medical records are at the Naval Medical Center, Oakland. I think it's safe to say they contain a physical evaluation of my fitness, Sergeant Airborne." Stand over there, Private, and don't move. I'm gonna call your training NCO. Where the fuck are you from?" Delta, Eighty-Sixth Signal, Sergeant Airborne, Fort Huachuca. The Training NCO. "The snow doesn't look too bad." Sure! It looks like it's slowed down a bit and there's a couple movies out that I want to see." I said as I opened the fridge to grab a beverage. We made our own tracks through the snow as we drove to the video store. Having similar tastes in movie genres we had no problem making a couple selections and were soon on our way back. We pulled into the garage and I decided to give the walk a quick shovel as she finished up in the kitchen. Once I finished up I. The will. Did he just read my mind? Or did I speak out loud? Doesn’t that spark in his foggy eyes actually reveal his lust for me? * I didn’t have to do it, to fuck him that is, I know I didn’t. And I will be able to choose from the best of breed in a couple of hours. But this is the first sex in years that I have chosen myself. The grey lawyer was indeed the inexperienced forty five old virgin he appeared to be but he made up for his lack of skill with the craving enthusiasm only starvation.