Her preference for bending over at the waist to pick low objects while pushing her butt out legs straining, was almost legendary at school among male ...tudents and teachers alike. So was her dominatrix manner, even the most self assured buck going weak at her critical tone.She also knew from experience this young man wouldn't be up for much foreplay, his body already easing in between her legs eager to bury his self. She slid down the seat, her crotch rising, her hand guiding him."Slowly," she. ’ ‘Petra as well?’ ‘Ah, so that’s her name, Jean-Paul thought it was Paula. Yes.’ ‘Oh, Monique, I’d love to come. I’ll have to clear it with my boss, of course, and I don’t know about Petra, but I think she’ll want to, as well.’ In truth, I hadn’t thought about it – what it would entail, what my duties might be, anything – just the idea of being around Monique and Jean-Paul, and with Petra there as well, that was all I could have wished for, and I just blurted out my acceptance! Monique had to. "I think you could go anywhere without worrying about anyone suspecting you aren't."I turned and looked at her. "I don't understand. Why are you doing this? I mean, I can understand how angry you were before, but I don't understand why you're trying to make me look pretty. Shouldn't you be making me burn my female things instead of making me look better in them?"She shrugged. "Sometimes the best strategy for a child is to give them exactly what they want and let them see that having. There is nothing like scrubbing the floor to Ted Nugent. My duty in the galley was just temporary. All crewmembers had to do 3 months of “mess-cooking”, when they first came onboard. I was looking forward to the day that I could leave the galley behind, and start learning my real trade as a Torpedoman’s Mate. The leading Torpedoman on the ship was a crusty old Petty Officer Third Class named, Arthur (Junkyard) Williams. Everyone called Petty Officer Williams J.Y, or Junk, short for Junkyard..