Now she was the image of femininity and she was beautiful. She also delighted herself in remembering what a bad naughty girl she was. She recalled the...time, before settling for her husband, when her promiscuity was only challenged by the amount of hard cocks willing to defile, in any way imaginable, this once nymphomaniac goddess now tamed by societal pressures of kids, friends, work and only-to-be-admired-“salope” etiquette. For so long she had resorted to distractions in order to tunnel. With the return of Tamsin from the Golden Palace, unmarried, English, and his boss's daughter, his prayers seemed to be answered. True, she was pregnant, but several of the women whose details he had seen from various dating agencies had been either widows or unmarried mothers. He decided to try to get to know her a little, and so he haunted the Admiral's quarters, dropping in at odd moments for 'a drink' or 'to discuss technical matters in private'. Henry realised what he wanted and was far. Hearing the birds outside reminded me what time it was getting to be.As gently as I could I got out of bed and jumped in the shower. Reggie woke up as soon as the water was turned on and followed me. After washing each others' hair and drying each other (a highly enjoyable past time) we dressed and headed out to breakfast. Reggie in a bikini top and shorts, me in board shorts and a "T"; we were dressed like everyone else.While we were eating breakfast Reggie's dance partner from the previous. “That does happen on occasion; not often enough but on occasion,” Magus said. “What happened upon graduating?”“I had to get a job,” Nestor said. A pained expression flashed across his face and he crumpled back into his chair.“Did you want a job?” Magus asked.“Yes,” Nestor answered.“Did you get a job?” Magus asked.“Yes,” Nestor answered.Magus asked, “What job did you get?”Nestor answered, “It took a while to find a job. I mean, there aren’t many job ads for people who like poetry. I kept looking.