I cannot forget that date and day. It was Anu (Mukesh’s late wife)’s death anniversary. It was also about four days after the fantasy talk with my...husband. He rang me up. He said, “I had a talk with Mukesh in the afternoon. He was not in the best of mood. Today is wife’s anniversary. He almost broke down talking to me.” I was quiet. He said, “I asked him if he could spend the evening with us. He agreed to come. His daughter is away for the weekend. He should be with us at about 6 pm.” I was. It’s been nearly twenty-one days since The Golden Dove was blown off course by a truly malevolent storm. Had it not been for the peerless bravery of our good Captain Harrington and the courageous Lieutenant Littlefield, we most certainly would have been lost at sea somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. Though having lost our glorious airship and most of our supplies, some of us made it safely to shore, holding out hope that the rest of the crew as well as the missing members of our expedition. I crossed the lobby and glanced at the people before taking a lift all the way to the top floor. I headed to the southeast corner and walked into the huge office, "we lost the whole damn team."The woman behind the desk looked up and nodded, "I know. I have been on with the constables. If we had been informed the bastard had a ten million credit bounty we would have been ready."I sat, "what now?"She glanced at a screen and grinned, "I have a client that needs a bodyguard for her daughter."I. She your girl?" At this question Paul boomed out a laugh and took a swig of beer. "Does she look like she's my damn girl?" He said, slamming the beer down on the counter top. "Hell, She's too damn tiny anyways. I'd break her." He shot a look down at his lap as if to indicate that he was refering to his cock and not his physical body size. And at an astonishing 10 inches he was pretty much right. Tom looked over at the waitress's perfect frame and could feel himself growing hard. He wanted her.