"You're stunning," I said. I fought the emotion I was feeling. She only smiled and turned her back as she pinned up her pretty blonde hair. The natura... light from the tall window made her fair skin glow with radiant perfection. Her cute butt faced me, her pink butthole visible when she bent down to pull pins from her bag. I wanted her so badly. I kept telling myself "Just a shower with a friend. Just a shower with a friend." She turned to me suddenly and said, “Coming in?” I realized I was. I watched her walk away, stripping along the way. I heard the shower turn on, and I got curious. I got up to the door, listening to anything going on. I heard just water at first, but then I could hear Morgan saying something, or more like moaning. I reached for the door, and took a moment to squeeze the nob. I almost felt like she left it on lock but then I though Nah, she wouldn't do that. To my surprise, the nob turn, and I slowly opened the door. I was hit with hot steamy air. I moved in. Each hoped he or she would find in the core of their being that, despite the knotting of the stomach, he or she was not a coward. Nobody wanted to let his or her fellow sailors down.Matt exhaled a breath he had been unaware he was holding, and began snapping orders to his executive officer, Commander Epstein."All hands to general quarters. All hands to battlesuits. That includes the concubines." Aye, Sir," Epstein responded, turning to the ship's intercom. "All hands to general quarters, all. I have never fired the revolutionary war rifle at all. I have fired the 1840's one though. These guys were shot by flintlocks?" I finished questioningly."No. Do you own any rifles or pistols or handguns of a more modern time than the ones you have mentioned?" Agent Bradford asked me."A shotgun I inherited from my father when he died, and that's it," I replied simply.And so went the questioning. My lawyer chimed in from time to time, and objected when they rephrased the same question in.