I turned as I crouched and sat her down on her knees. I checked around us as I sat and began to paddle again. I looked at the girl and she was pretty ...nd in her mid teens.I was not thinking as I turned and headed towards my island. The girl looked at me, “you led them onto Norw spikes.”I grinned, “I sure did.”She smiled back, “I am Nemu.”I nodded, “Thomas.”I went around to the north side and slipped over the shallow reef. Three more and I was crossing the bay. I slipped into the fresh water. She got absolutely railed by somedude about two feet from where I was sitting. She seemed to be enjoyingit, although I think I'm all set with sex with guys. I'm just notfeeling it. That girl could party though, bless her. Still, not myspeed, I could definitely tell she was still a guy by the way she walkedand talked. Nothing against her, but either do it right or don't do itat all. I suppose that's harsh. I still suck at a lot of this. Being awoman is h-a-r-d.End Diary EntryI continued. Kindly do not treat me as such. You know very well that the Density Force cleared my jet to land. I'm sure they told you already."Jacob's voice hardened. He matched me tone for tone. "Indeed. I was not commenting about that. I was commenting about the fact that you came here at all." Jacob indicated the ground where they stood as he said the word 'here'. "Could it be that you're the next in the series of officers to try to convince me to relax my discontent?" Perceptive, aren't you?" If I was,. He would authorize one “extra”, he’d said. Em ate her dinner in the little dining gazebo out by the pool and browsed the spa menu while she did so. A three-hour “resort massage” with either a masseuse or a masseur cost $300. You could select a therapist from a couple of pages of brief bios with photos. The spa said it particularly recommended a late afternoon or evening poolside massage with your selected therapist and emphasized that guests could discuss any special requirements directly.