"It's a tough situation," I said, trying to get my friends to understand some of the thin lines involved. "I mean, I'm interested in Shirley as a woma..., and, yes, as a potential lover. And maybe that interest really is influenced by the racy photos and all. It probably is; God knows the pictures are -- provocative. But it's not like I'm just looking to get into her pants. I'd like to explore a serious relationship with her." She probably realizes that, on some level," Betsy said. "If she stops. Soldiers went about helping the wounded and covering the dead with tarps.As the shuttle's ramp started going up several marines rushed up with stretchers carrying badly burned survivors from one of the airliners and shouted, "Hold up! We have critically wounded."Tim slapped the down switch, and the ramp descended again. In moments the twenty stretchers were carried aboard, as he pulled Ashley down and buried her face into his uniform."Don't look, sweetie," he whispered.He held her head firmly,. Instead of feeling rejected, I feel pride. He’s so strong, this perfect specimen of a man. And, I think, he just became mine. “Fix your hair and straighten your attire before you leave, Miss Steel.” I do as I’m told while he goes back to his desk and looks through the folder I brought him. Sensing the dismissal, I collect my notebook and pen and head for the door. I’m stopped by his voice. “Miss Steel, before you go, a few instructions.” “Yes Sir?” “I want you to continue wearing that. ‘As a matter of fact, yes I do,’ she replied with mock seriousness. ‘Tell me, what is it?’ he insisted. ‘If you must know, I was suddenly reminded of the way you walk around the work table in your cabin and I was blushing at the memory of how you caught me staring at you on my first night there,’ she said blushing again. The image of her lying in his bed, with her hair fanned out all about her, suddenly struck him. He remembered feeling her eyes on him that night and when he had turned to look.