When sunlight wakes me some hours later, I stretch out, still half-expecting to feel her sleeping form next to mine. Instead, I am greeted with a cold... empty bed. Refreshed as I am, it is in the mornings that my thoughts become colored with lust. I cast my mind back to a thousand different occasions, each a celebration in its own right. Mornings were always a favorite, though there is not an hour in the day when we have not felt that most revered of pleasures. I let myself drift back to times. " Well of COURSE I'm normal," I said in an agitated voice. "I mean I THINK I'm normal. Why wouldn't I be normal?" I frowned. "How do you even know if you ARE normal?"She sighed again, and took another tiny stitch. "I could ask you some questions, but they'll be very personal." What kind of questions?" About your sex life." Eeep!" I gasped."See? That's one of the things that gave me hope. You don't flaunt it. I've even held out hope that you're still a virgin. Are you, honey?" She sounded so. Some of the pictures were lying down, some standing up. Making a comment that this is for Dave’s birthday, and would I want to make it real special. Jack then came over to me as if in deep thought. He had me turn around and hook my thumbs under the straps of the gown. He then moved my hands and lowered the negligée just enough to reveal my ass. The gown framed my bum as he stepped back and I heard the camera start to click.. The photographer was now in control. I knew this and it terrified me. It was Lieutenant Commander Jago, and Rhozdventsky had wanted to get rid of him since Libau. He sent him off at Casablanca to explain to the English our side of the argument. As you can imagine, the English were very angry at us. Even to the point of threatening war against Russia if we didn't apologise and pay compensation." Russia paid?" asked the young Officer."Damn right we paid," laughed Gorshin, "every last rouble they asked for. Remember, in 1904 the English Navy would have sent us all.