Feeling marginally better about how I looked and certainly ridiculous at the effort I was making, I returned to the shop floor to wait. I wasn't disap...ointed. I only had to wait another half an hour before she sauntered down the aisle again looking completely and utterly scrummy. She had a pair of flattish strappy sandals on with just a hint of heal and a peach coloured summer dress that, much like the white one she had worn the day before, fell just above the knees. Despite the very erotic. The Air Pacific flight was scheduled out of Honolulu half an hour after midnight, and would be getting in to Fiji before seven a.m. the next day. We were supposed to sleep. I actually needed some sleep. Hawaii can be exhausting, especially when you have guides like Malia and her family and friends to lead you around.About an hour before we were due in to Fiji, the flight attendants turned the cabin lights back on to wake everyone up. My neck was stiff, as was the arm that had been looped around. Shanna seems to notice it as well, and other than a slight tightening of her lips, she makes no comment, and we get out and dry off. Her reaction surprises me, but I don’t know what to tell her. And besides, she DID say she doesn’t want to fuck me. . . Not right now anyway.She puts her hair up in a towel, and there is no denying the beauty of a woman coming right out of a shower, mist streaming from her shoulders, and an appearance of overall cleanliness adding a glow to her skin.Once back in. Henry was surprised at the strength in her grip. To his surprise, she wasted no time with small talk. Instead, taking her seat with Dave Wilson sitting beside her, she started right in."Good morning, Mr. Henry." Seeing his aides and attorneys gathered around him, she smiled self-effacingly and said, "To save your attorneys time in trying to find me in Martindale-Hubbell, my name is Sarah Duncan. They will find me listed as Assistant Attorney General of the United States, presently serving as.