Ahh, hell, he’d never been the scholarly one for the arts. Yes, being a ship’s Captain of a colony ship was about as good as it got for those not ...ell connected. With that communiqué, maybe it wasn’t the best of times to be in command of a warship ... or worse luck, a luxury cruise liner.Captain Noah was about to request the watch report as it was nearly the end of that current cycle when proximity warning claxons went off, and the navigation officer reported that several objects had suddenly. 'Oh god, don't do this to me,' he thought. 'Naya's seventeen,' he reminded himself. Still, she was practically his daughter, and this felt very wrong. The devil on his shoulder told him to go for it, but the angel on his other shoulder reminded him that he had a part in raising her. And yet, he couldn't help imagining himself fondling her firm breasts and reaching into her panties, gently working his finger up inside her tight ass. "Rob, please? I can't reach it myself," she insisted,. The bar was unusually full. A thick smoke hung in the air. People around went quiet as I entered the place. A few guys were playing pool and others were playing cards. Some just stood at the bar; enjoying their beers… I noticed they all stopped what they were doing and stared at me.Maybe this wasn’t the right time to walk into a bar, with my white blouse almost see through from the rain and my tight skirt sticking to my legs…I took a deep breath and approached the bar. I enquired for a. And I’d shut that door if you want to be a part of the conversation.’ Leif closed the door but skulked in the shadows. ‘Mr. Leif is right Sir Marcus. Best you take her now.’ Prompted Lady Daire. ‘Why are you of all people so interested to see me take Taylor back?’ Sir Marcus picked up his empty glass, the comfort of something in his hands helped ease his mind. ‘I have my own reasons Sir Marcus.’ Glen raised his eyebrow as if to begin to question Lady Daire, but she caught his questioning gaze..