" Oh?"Stephanie blushed. "It's not that, Darren. I really like this idea. It's just the wrong time of the month, if you know what I mean?"Darren stare... at her, barely registering her words, and then the light bulb appeared. "Oh, THAT problem." Yes," she replied, blushing again. "I was thinking I could postpone the date a week. It might mess the schedule up a little." It's okay, babe. We can adjust." Darren reached out and caressed her hand."Good. Now you finish eating and go to bed. I'll take. A com came for McCock mid afternoon last day. Rowan and party would be arriving at "Trader's" No 5 hatch mid first watch. He excused himself to his friends simply saying he was needed at "Trader". Rowan and party arrived in a Fleet Underway Replenishment Ship. McCock spent the next several hours unblocking B port hatch to allow a small 'tainer to be passed in, to be held under the tween decks on starboard side. He had cycled the No 5 hatch after the FURS had locked on and pointed the arriving. That era was back when, in the stripping circles, I was known as the long boot girl, for my penchant of wearing thigh length boots. Most of my dances and costumes centred around me parading my naked body except for a pair of the aforementioned thigh length boots, which I was the proud owner of several pairs in various colours and styles. James was obviously a boot man or at least he favoured my hour glass figure wearing the high heeled thigh length boots. I’d given James a number of saucy lap. Mel called over to me once and I didn’t answer. But I began to listen more intently, turned away from them and sighed as if drifting off to slumber. And I sensed a flirtatious tone to their words which made me come acutely awake in the darkness. Something was stirring because their voices grew lower. Mel was talking about missing his wife who had left long ago. He said he just never had the will to go looking or dating in bars or clubs, besides, he was too old for that scene now. Marie then.