"I looked at Shelly. She had a gentle smirk on her face. I wanted to let her know I was willing to leave her in charge on this point. "I'm okay with t...at. You have to know though, things have changed since that time." I'm counting on it. Change the subject. What is this business you have to conduct?" I'm meeting with a bakery that makes all sorts of bakery products. There will be other men here so I'm told, but I don't know in what capacity. Getting the bread discards and mistakes made in. I know you had bad time, and the new Vicar on our ship wished to execute you, but the Bishop, he does not like to kill unless it is needed. You be polite, maybe he just keep you here."Kat found that very interesting indeed. It seemed that there were factions within the ExTrans, much as in every other segment of society. She would have expected more unity among a religious organization, since they all had a codified set of rules they professed to believe in. Maybe there was something there she. I jumped out of bed, morning wood in place, grabbed my shorts (couldn't find the underwear) and ran to answer the door. He was stood there, huge grin on his face (which seemed to be a permanent fixture since he had been helping me), vest shirt and close fitting blue cotton shorts (grrrrowl).I ushered Paul into the kitchen to make me a lot of coffee and I grabbed an old shirt off the laundry pile and joined Paul in the kitchen. I drank three cups of coffee, munched some painkillers and within. “I hope this serves as a lesson to you. Maybe if you would’ve listened to me and been nicer to me I wouldn’t have you do this, but because you decide to be an asshole to me every time I ask you nicely to do something, then I’m going to embarrass you like this. You understand?”“Yeah.” I groaned.“What’s that?” She asked, apparently she didn't like my tone.“Yes, I get it.” I said a bit more nicer.“Are you embarrassed?” She asked.“Yeah.” I said “OK good. Now why are you embarrassed?” She.