Under the sweat top he would be wearing a leotard so that removing the tights would be impossible on a well-travelled road without literally stripping... He would never take that chance.Encounters and close calls eventually happened. There was the first time when he was wearing red tights and black shorts that he heard his first 'wolf whistle.' This just scared him more and made him run quicker. Once a car pulled over to ask directions, him standing there in baby blue leotards. He stood. ”“My body says of course,” looking at the clock working out the time available. “My clock say’s we have two hours for fun.” At which point Sarah left hand went up my T-shirt and her right down my shorts, the trembles started immediately. “You’re not wearing underwear,” said Sarah as she turned me around and pulled my short down to my ankles, kneeling on the floor, licking my pussy, and battering my clit until my orgasm came, my legs went weak as I clutched the countertop for support. “Coffee, I. I owe you and everyone a lot more loyalty than that... ''Go on', barked the Captain as my voice trailed away.' ... I know I have a lot to learn but I really do want to be part of this ship in future voyages... ''Why?', yelled the Captain. 'Why do you want to be on my ship?''Because I want to serve my country, I want to serve you. I hope there is a role for me here and you will let me stay. I know I will fuck up as I learn. And I know I will get punished when I do, like now, but I do want to. I would have shot him, but I knew it wasn't going to be necessary, and I guess it was a good thing, too." Sandy shuddered a little, thinking of the ramifications that would have followed if she had shot him.Ben recounted a short version of the scene at Compartidero Flats, where they had a gunfight with Mexican smugglers, and Taylor whistled. Sandy felt the warm glow of the whiskey in her, and sat back, smiling, completely at ease for the first time in four weeks.Taylor was even more surprised.