“I have washing on the line and I have to do the ironing” I replied. He frowned. Obviously he was hoping to try to get something for the cost of l...nch. “But I am free tonight” I added. His smile came back. “There is a nice pub on the other corner” he said “we could meet there if you like”. I could tell he was keen. “What time should I meet you there?” I asked. “Say 7” he replied “unless pub food is too low brow for you”. Obviously he was a bit miffed at the cost of lunch. “No that will be fine. Instead of sticking to a punishment, we all went out for ice cream, or bought a new toy or electronic, rewarding whatever behavior was causing trouble. Every. Single. Time.Bad behavior was rewarded. Good behavior... well we didn't see a ton of that, but what little there was wasn't rewarded nearly so nicely. Maybe that was in part my fault, but I was exhausted, constantly waiting for the next ball to drop, constantly nervous.The school talked about getting our child into some kind of behavioral. I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were showing through the thin material. Her tits were bigger than most girls in our class, but still rather average in size. But her ass which was poured into her tight torn jeans, had to be the most perfect ass in the world. I only hoped that I might have an opportunity to see it.Once in the car, we chatted as if we had been dating for months and I was feeling that there really might be a connection between us. Almost as soon as we got. "Lt. Scott. This is not behavior becoming an officer." I whispered toher. "What would the crew think?" She stood up smoothed out her skirtand saluted me."Sorry sir! Forgive my inappropriate behavior." Lieutenant, go easy on the 'sir' will you?" As I returned her salute Icontinued. "On my boat it's Cap, Captain, Skip or Skipper got that?"She nodded. "Emily, maybe you should freshen up a bit and get somerest. I believe you're due at the chart table in six hours? Maybe youshould wear trousers.