"I virtually guaranteed they would pass with no less than a 95% if they left me alone to do my job. If some shaved-tail rookie tried to get in my way,...I usually had words with the Executive Officer and the problem went away. I didn't care about fitness reports, I wanted results and I got them. I am NOT politically correct and that caused a little problem when I would tell a female sailor to get her ass into the space and pay attention. But that's life in the big city."That reputation, coupled. You know not so long ago something like that would have freaked me out."Just then one of the men who had intercepted them came to our booth. "We're sorry about that Mr. Robertson, Miss. Jackson. Mrs. Morgan wanted to make sure you weren't disturbed. We were distracted by another matter but we promise that it won't happen again."I was about to reply when Marion spoke up instead. "Don't apologise, please. I really have felt safe since we walked into the nightclub, and if part of that is due to. She has a fantastic cunt. I don't want to fuck it up. But maybe we can work out a schedule for a scaled back version of this in the future."They stared at Blake in disbelief. Then they looked at me and I smiled and nodded.I heard several of them mutter, "Well I'll be damned!"Brad turned to me and asked once more, "And you are not doing this against your will?"I shook my head.He smiled and turned to Blake and said, "More power to you man! You are my idol."A lot of the men chuckled, apparently. "With a concerned look on her face Jessica responded, "of course you can silly! You know you can talk to me about anything."Debbie sighed deeply and explained the problem to her mother. She explained to her mother that she was getting older. She had had a lot of boyfriends and she fooled around with them. She would let the boys go down on her and she would suck on their cocks. Debbie apologized to her mother but her mother just reassured her that it was alright. Jessica remembered what it was.