I glanced down and saw her child in my arms, her hand still clinging ontothe bottle. The more I looked; I realized that the feminine hand holdingthe b...ttle was my own. "How?" I gasped. I wanted to scream, somehowthough, I held it in.The man...I used to be, turned forward again facing the alter, hisattention was upon the Catholic Mass. "How could one minute I be him,then the next be this woman?" I felt as though my knees were about tobuckle. 'How is this possible?' my mind screamed.'Get control. It's a couple hours later and i am feeling quite tipsy, having forgotten i left that website on masters computer. Master comes through the door and drops his brief case, he comes up to me and gives me a firm squeeze on the rump as I am finishing putting dishes away in the kitchen, then he goes into his office and turns on his computer and I think oh shit, I try to stop him before he turns on the screen to the pictures of girls being spanked, Master gets this grin on his face as he tells me to. "Well," he said when he finished, "How did you like it?" He looked at me with expectancy. I smiled and truthfully responded, "Chase, it was amazing. Who knew such a rugged hard ass like you would be able to write something so beautiful?" I asked this teasingly. He smirked and gave my thigh a light pat and then got up to put his guitar away. My thigh felt like it was going to catch on fire. I was going crazy inside of my head and he did not even know it. My God, those eyes of his. Crystal clear. Losing the last seaman seemed to have drained something out of the fanatic and the angry phone call he had taken from Assam hadn't helped matters. He had found a small safe in the captain's cabin and his last hope was that there was something inside the safe that would give him the control over the missiles that he so badly wanted.Part of Hadij's training at the remote camp in Pakistan had been on handling explosives and he had scoured the naval base for the materials to try and blast the small.