As I drove I knew I wanted to have sex, and although were bantering and teasing each other with innuendo, I realised I might just need to ask him to f...ck me. ‘Why would your wife be angry if she saw me’, I asked him thickly? I turned to look at him, he was in his fifties, and a little rotund, from drinking a lot of beer, hitting on his friends daughter. ‘You’re a beautiful young woman, very sexy, and you have about everything she has lost’, was his honest reply. I glanced back into the rear. Divorce and what all went along with it is what they said,” he said.“Reverend...” I started.“Captain,” he said.“Huh?” I said.“In the SA we have ranks in the army of Christ,” he said. “We don’t describe ourselves as being reverend or father or anything like that.”“Oh, okay, I didn’t know.““Captain, I don’t know if anything you or anyone can say would make any difference. My best friend for forever took my wife away from me. And, I just found out that the last night she and I were together I’d. Beside him stood his 2IC, Lieutenant-Colonel Charles (Chaz) Desrocher, likewise clad in arctic gear. The third member of the group, "Butch" Blondell, only differed in rank marking and gender from the two officers: her shoulders bore Sergeant-Major's stripes. All three wore their hoods up, for the wind was up this morning and bitingly cold even by Thule's somewhat extreme standards. Only a fool went around on the surface of Thule without snow-blindness goggles, and none of the three experienced. "Erm, hi" Michelle replied."I was in the neighborhood and I thought I might see if you wanted a hand with your revision?"Michelle was stunned slightly by the request, but quickly, and coolly accepted Tom's request and let him into the room."You can sit on the bed, my book's there. I'll just go back to the desk" Michelle said without a hint of flirtation.Michelle sat down at her desk and true to his word, Tom helped her study.While it seemed like an age to Michelle, only a few minutes had passed.