The lieutenant smiled and walked back to the bow and spoke to the twoseamen who promptly came down to our end and sat either side of theengine. "Why ...idn't you come down here earlier?" I asked."Boss said we were to stay up there and keep the load even and we had tokeep our eyes peeled once we turned into the cove in case there's anyRussian or Chinese submarines down there. He sent us down now so thebow lifts higher and we can get further up the beach." That's to prevent us getting our feet. The only explanation that I can think of is that it was part of a softening up process and was supposed to impress me with the importance of the person with whom I was scheduled to meet.Of course, I had been searched for weapons before I was allowed to enter the palace. My baton was ignored as not being useful as a weapon. They took my knife, but left me my armor. Anyway, once I got in to see the duke’s staff member, the whole thing turned into a shouting match in which I refused to be. Both sides now knewthat he was a mole. He was offered a discharge from the army or statesidereassignment. Had he not met Trevor, he would have stayed in the service.But at last he had found his soul mate, and he accepted his honorabledischarge. He and Trevor were shipped home on an army transport whichlanded at Langley Air force Base in Virginia.From there, their next stop was Atlanta, Ga. where Trevor wanted to postthe story of Martin's heroics with CNN, but the government wouldn't lethim. . I loved the compliments he gave me, and his constant gazes. He ordered cocktails for us, and we toasted to one thing or another, and had great fun. He made sure my glass was never empty. It was only a few drinks, and I didn't even finish the last one, I was feeling warm and woozy, which added to my building horniness. The belt of my coat had worked loose, causing it to part and hang open. Even with the tray down, glancing down I could see my bush peeking out from underneath my dress. I was.