"You must be hot too. Do you want to change into something more comfortable? This is an over night flight and they will be turning out the lights in...about 30 minutes." I notify him. "Good idea, thanks" he replies as he slides past me facing me. I can smell the liquor on his breath and his cologne as he slides past me. He blushes as my breasts slide across his chest in the confined space.> > When he returns in shorts and a t shirt, I stand up and lean forward against the back of the chair. It was from Sharon. She wanted him to ring her at the number she had given.“Second Officer Silverman how can I help you?” The voice at the end of the telephone answered. “Hello, Sharon. I’m returning your message. It’s Shaun.” There was a moment’s hesitation, “Hello Shaun, I ... I wondered since it’s your last night of leave if you would like to have dinner with me at the flat.“What are you cooking?” he asked in a jocular voice.“I thought pasta, but if you would like something else.”“I love. I have to worry about our competitive position. We have to replace our cranes to move the containers faster. That will use up all of our capital.”Her day required a meeting with a large group of shipping customers who were up in arms over the issue of randomly inspecting their cargo containers. She left the meeting frustrated with no inspection agreement. As she walked back to her office, she reflected her mentor’s statement: “They pay you a lot of money to make these problems go away. Don’t. We have just enough time to open a bottle of wine and have a glass before dinner.’ ‘I’m not old enough to drink,’ Wanda protested slightly. ‘But you do drink, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, but only beer so far.’ ‘Then allow me to introduce you to wine. It’s a marvelous drink and a perfect dinner companion.’ Anne led Wanda into the kitchen, and pulled a white Zinfandel from the refrigerator. Deftly handling the cork remover, Anne opened the wine and poured two glasses. She handed one to Wanda. ‘To the start.