He looked out at the calm seas; he watched HMS Leander and the otherescorts dancing around screening the carrier while he smoked anothercigarette."Bol...ocks!" he said and went over to the hatch leading down to 3 deck,then down the next ladder to 4 deck and the personnel office.One other strange occurrence happened that day, whilst Mike was busyworking on various files CPO Rod Latham walked behind him, stopped andmassaged his neck."I hear you were quite the Barrack Room Betty back at Chelmsford,". I'm waiting for a pho, go to the bathroom and see her underwear (I've always been attracted to his underwear)Beginning to lead me forgetting to bake cookies, she calls me and reminds me once again of baking cookies.I'm running into the kitchen with cock in hand I was excited at the most, and I take the pan, I go in the fridge and I can not find the butter, I do not think the second time and finish my masturbation filling the pan and imburrandola with my hot spermThen pono cookies over and put. “It’s the middle of bloody August. How is it raining?”“That’s just when you do get short, thundery rainstorms. It’s because of that unusually high pressure front coming in from the Atlantic. If you’d watched the weather last night instead of arsing around on Twitter, you’d know.”“I was not arsing around.” I said, flicking my wet hair out of my eyes. “I was doing something important.”“Yeah, like tweeting Rita Ora. You are such a celebrity whore, you know. Just because she replied to that tweet. “Always,” Muireann replied.“Well, now that we’ve done what we can, are you finally ready to go relax?”She shrugged. “I feel we should keep watch at the door. Just in case Skinner comes back and tries something daft.”I sniffed. “Oh, I think he won’t, Miss Miri.”She grinned somewhat shyly at me. “That wasn’t meant to be my new nickname, Gwen.”“Jeez, and Gwen isn’t mine! After what you did to Skinner, it should be yours!”“I almost think you feel sorry for him.”“Sorry for Skinner... ?” I sniffed.