Accordingly, we adopted a somewhat unusual ruse de guerre in order to convince her captain that we were a French merchant ship. Particular credit for ...he success of our deception goes to Able Seaman Paul Laphin and a passenger, my late brother's widow, Mrs. Caroline Stanhope.William paused, his pen poised above the inkwell as he wondered just how much of the ruse de guerre he should put in the official letter. Word of what had happened would quickly circulate throughout Portsmouth, where they. Gwen ditched her robe and hung it up, not even thinking much about it. It had been years since they had been forced to endure PE, and the communal showers at school, and the others blinked a little at how casual Gwen was about her nudity. Feeling oddly grownup and mature about it all, the rest followed suit as Gwen entered the sauna, though they all moved much more quickly to wrap towels around their body completely, rather than just carrying one across their arm like Gwen had.As Steph entered. Lee suggested they get some spare clothes, as these people will have to have theirs removed. Sean commed Terry and asked him to bring them all environ-suits and a portable medical waste incinerator from the ship when he bought Doctor Yates and his gear.They placed a heap of food and the water down the road a small way. Then they told the visitors to help themselves. No one was game to get to close until the doc told them, what was wrong with the visitors and they had the environ-suits on.Doc. Rachel took Vlad by the hand and guided him to the bathroom where she stripped him down and helped him into the bath. She gave him a smile and left the bathroom.Rachel went back to the kitchen and found Lisa stood by the sink. "So is master gonna fuck me like his bitch tonight!" She said with a sly smile. Suddenly Lisa was grabbed by the throat and pushed against the wall. Rachel held her in place with an angered expression on her face. "Listen you little slut, Vlad has more to worry about then.