Joan looked at me and nodded. "Captain's gone. It's a title now, not a rank. So in the navy you could be a lieutenant, a lieutenant commander, or a co...mander, or even a," she paused and frowned for a moment before continuing, "commodore, and if you're in charge of the ship, you are a captain as well as your other rank." And if you were already a captain?" I asked.She shrugged. "I'm not navy, and I'm not high enough to worry." But that's just changed the problem, not removed it. Before hand it. I continue three, four, five times teasing but not getting closer to your breasts, then down across your stomach just clipping the top of your knickers before lifting and moving my hand onto your left leg up the front of your thigh then down the front of your right thigh, you have your legs bent in front of you, slightly apart wanting me to touch you, to feel you, I resist, my fingers gently glide up the inside of your left thigh and down the inside of your right thigh stopping tantalizingly. You know that your baby-like weeny is only good for giving a woman’s vagina a bit of a tickle, nothing like the penetration she craves from a man. Bobbi I know you dream about having a pussy down there, an itchy pussy slit between your smooth shaved legs! We could perform your castration today, starting by getting you nude and strapping you to the operating table with your legs spread wide open, on display; my pretty nurse assistants will anaesthetize and shave you baby-smooth down there,. Nothing seemed to be off limits in our talks. Nothing was too trivial, or too secret. Our talks pushed us deeper, and deeper into intimacy, and dependency towards each other.When my three-month deadline finally hit, we were at a point, where we needed to see each other daily, sometimes even hourly. Mornings I would either wake up to my telephone ringing in my ear, or it was the first thing I reached for after getting up. At noon, in the cafeteria, we unconsciously gravitated to sitting.