”“It would be a bad idea to do that,” I said. “It’s human to want to talk about something like what has happened to Corsica. And as Ashley h...s pointed out, the Sa’arm don’t employ spies. The only real worry would be to morale, and right now we know how that is for both ships.”Colonel Stiles frowned. “Your crew didn’t seem too bad as they exited the administration building, but I could see that Ipanema’s crew is still in shock.”Captain Prescott nodded. “I’m going to want to talk to you about. “Swingin’ a lot of salami there. You still doing furnaces?” “I don’t yet have my orders from my new boss,” I said. “I’m good with whatever she decides my duties are but right now I’m in school learning from the sisters, you know, Siza.” The Chief kind of lit up, came to attention when I mentioned her name. “Yeah, well, I gotta get to the coffee shop. You coming?”Looking directly at me the Chief was of course referring to the Copper Kettle in our local town. It was a greasy spoon defining grease. When the foursome arrived at the dining room with the Captain's table there was already seated a couple of handsome guys in their thirties and a slim distinguished looking gentleman in his fifties who was very well dressed wearing a light blue coloured silk suit and seemingly sitting alone at the table. Fabio and Terri had suggested to the Italian boy that he should be called Danielle when dressed as a girl like that evening. Introductions were made and Captain Connors helped seat both Terri. It felt quite different to be observed (to say the least) without passion by a group of rather insensitive and compulsive teacher- administrators. Knowing hands were to be prying my butt cheeks apart, going on, going in, in effect shoved up my ass, over again, repeatedly, no passion sex. It was nothing but horrible with advanced knowledge of the coming events enduring for so long.I would ready myself for the coming discomfort of their teasing without the dulling effects of crazy passion, cold.