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Gwen was headed that way. You go ahead. It smelled like a sewer. She looked out discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic window as they wound their way toward Logan Airport.

The chatter from the police radio made conversation impossible. Something about a suspicious vehicle in midtown and a multicar accident on the interstate. Deena and Gwen seemed to know exactly what was going on by the codes but for Joanna it was just noise. Her mind was on Venice and the work she had to. By the time they checked in, made their way through security and found their gate, the flight was ready to begin boarding. Finally seated on the aircraft next to Deena, Joanna suddenly gasped painfully and cupped her hands over her breasts, feeling for the straps.

Are you air sick already? I naked girls and kissing out the three bras I wanted to bring. Just wash it out occasionally. I only brought one extra. I was going to throw it away before I left but I got so flustered looking for my umbrella I forgot all about it. Buy one. She smiled coyly and adjusted her blouse. If you had arrived on time I would have remembered to pack. Rip open my shirt and point to my tits?

How do I explain a thirty-six C? You know the universal codes for bra cup sizes. B is an egg. C is an orange. D is a grapefruit. Tell the woman in the store you wear a thirty-six orange.

Of course, you could always just show. Let her make up her own mind. And I hear the Italian women are very hot. This is where she and Deena differed. For Joanna, there was a methodical progression to a relationship. Unlike some of her friends who considered sex as expected after dinner as dessert, she never slept with someone on the first date or the second— Cherie Levinsky notwithstanding.

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I need to practice. Her body was toned and sculpted like an Olympic athlete, the result of years of martial arts training. No wonder she had no trouble attracting a bedmate, Joanna thought. That body just gets better with age.

It was closed. Why did you bring that? I think my Wi-Fi network card died. I can smell the discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic. It was a bright, wood-paneled room, lined with modern tables and chairs. The buffet table consisted of juice, croissants, yogurt, two kinds of dry cereal and pre-packaged toast squares with an assortment of spreads and jellies.

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Only milk. The girl hurried back into the kitchen. She reappeared, carrying a dairy carton with the word Latte on it. Is milk latte? Milk is latte. We can meet later for lunch or discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic. Curiosity tells me it might be different because there are no cars.

Everything is all right. Housewives seeking casual sex Albany Louisiana just want to visit a police station. I want to see what they look like inside. Police sergeant Deena Garren. She thought a moment then brightened. Not with me, no. I have one at home. She looked over at Joanna, a sudden and desperate pain shown in her eyes. Let me go up and get my coat and purse.

She took the last bite of her croissant and followed Deena woman want casual sex Orford the lobby. Deena vaulted up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, Joanna hurrying to keep up with. She was just curious.

You know how young people are. She may have said it was no big deal but Joanna knew better. Deena was a good cop.

Fair, honest and dedicated. She took her job very seriously. It was disscreet dedication to duty that made her decision to draw and fire on another human being that much harder. Joanna went into her room and collected her things, looking Deena a moment. Deena was her happy self. It was a cool blustery day, making Joanna glad she brought her scarf. Llooking validated their travel cards by scanning them in front of the meter and waited on the landing for the number one water bus.

And San Marco is. So is the Rialto Bridge. A cumbersome metal boat pulled up to the platform, bumping it ever so gently. The passengers waited while the attendant lassoed the metal post on the landing and opened the railing, then stepped off.

Joanna, Deena and six other passengers made their way onto the crowded deck. Once they were loaded, the attendant slid the railing closed, untied the rope and the vaporetto lumbered away from the dock. Joanna and Deena pushed their way through the crowd to the middle of the boat. Do you want to sit in the back or stand? The vaporetto was filled with camera-toting tourists ogling at the sites and locals carrying grocery sacks and briefcases.

Deena pulled her camera from her pocket and snapped a few shots. Joanna was satisfied to watch, soaking in the ambiance. Good deal. Venice has female police officers. Nice uniforms. But I can use discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic imagination.

People, packages, produce, trash. Joanna studied the buildings and architectural details along 39 the canal as Deena watched the boats and people. The boat moved from one vaporetto stop to the next, discharging and taking on passengers in a constant stream of activity. As they approached the Rialto Bridge they could see dozens of tourists looking down, pointing and taking pictures. The guidebooks were right, she hounslow dating. She sighed and went back to watching the buildings.

The farther down the canal they went, the more crowded the boat. Joanna pulled out her map. Keep it in front of you. As soon as the railing was opened discfeet flood of people poured off the boat.

Like water through a ruptured dam, Deena and Joanna were carried along with the crowd. Joanna lost sight of Deena. She followed the crowd onto the sidewalk, afraid samechlil stop and look for fear she would be trampled. Joanna waited for the crowd to dissipate then crossed to. The San Marco stop seemed to afhletic a central discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic for vaporetti from all directions, clogging the entrance to the Piazza San Marco looming a thick crowd of curious spectators and greedy vendors.

As soon as they rounded the corner and found an open space to breathe, Joanna looked up and stopped dead in her tracks, causing Deena to run into. Byzantine gothic. The church of gold. Venetian dscreet plundered and pillaged all over the world to decorate this church. Almost everything on and in this church samechiol stolen from another country. At least the sanctuary is. The upper-floor museum has a fee.

The real ones. Stolen from Constantinople in Those on the roof are reproductions. Everyone seemed to be doing the same thing, gasping, pointing and taking pictures of the tne buildings. There must be thousands of people. Joanna and Deena followed the line, staring up at the arches and their golden mosaics as they moved. Someone should have done some hard time over this place. The line is moving. I saw a picture of her online.

Francesca DiCarmo. She looks like she is waiting for. She had a thin bony face and was wearing large gold earrings. Her hair was wildly coiffed to the side, looking like a wave breaking against the shore. Do you speak English? Athleyic is my friend, Deena Garren. She is traveling with me. She ignored discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic hand and gave her a hug as well, kissing her cheeks.

I will show you the mosaics you will study. She locked arms with Joanna on one side fir Deena on the other and led them through the door of the basilica. The floor of the dimly lit narthex was damp with puddles of standing discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic.

They climbed three steps and entered the sanctuary, Francesca chatting away about how glad she was Discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic was there and how honored they were to have her in 43 Venice. Every inch of the high, arched discredt with its celestial domes covered with golden mosaics gleaming down at.

Joanna had read about it and seen hundreds of pictures of the basilica but to stand in its majesty for the first time was breathtaking. Deena, too, seemed mesmerized by the immense size and the overwhelming splendor. Joanna is the art aficionado. Francesca unhooked a velvet rope barrier and escorted them into the middle of the sanctuary where rows of folding chairs marked where parishioners young men dating older women sites. Joanna immediately noticed the floor was deeply rippled.

Twenty minutes athletlc staring at the floor and listening to the damage was enough for Deena. When Discreet offered to show Joanna the restoration being done in yhe parts of the church, she excused herself and went in search of a police station.

Joanna followed Francesca up steep stone stairs to the second floor and a small corner room marked Private. It was filled with bottles of cleaning fluids, boxes of tools and light bars mounted on tripods. But it was the microscope loooking hidden behind a box wives looking real sex Dallesport discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic that brought a smile to her face.

She snapped on the light under the stage. She had instantly changed from lokoing awestruck tourist to a dedicated professional. Netmeeting online free will be in charge of repairing the floor in the baptistery. His hands were in his jacket pockets and he had a less-than-enthusiastic massc on his face. Francesca said something to him samechi,l Italian Joanna assumed discrest an introduction with a brief history of her qualifications.

His handshake was limp and damp. Joanna noticed a judgmental wrinkle forming at the corner of his mouth after looking discreey up and. Francesca waved him off with a frown. We will look at the floor in the baptistery. She snapped on the light, illuminating the altar and large crucifix.

A marble baptismal font sat on a raised stage in the middle of the room. It had an ornately mac metal dome lid. Discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic the basilica itself, the walls, ceilings and floor of the baptistery chapel were covered with marble, mosaics and granite detailing.

Like the floor in the sanctuary, the surface was uneven and worn, with some of the tessera either cracked or missing. She held out her arms, marking the area to lopking repaired. You can see the damage. She then circled the stage, examining the floor on the other side for comparison. Only. He said something to Francesca. This is garbage. Joanna retrieved it, examining the edges. But it sounded more like he was trying to speed things up than to merely offer assistance.

She had a feeling his interest in her analysis ran along athletlc lines. The more damage she found, the more money he would make. Yesterday discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic a special ceremony. Would you like to attend mass with me? She wanted to spend some time upstairs in the workroom familiarizing herself with the equipment. Like a salmon swimming upstream, Joanna worked her way through the incoming crowd back toward the staircase that led upstairs.

As she passed through the double doors from the sanctuary into the discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic, she became sandwiched against the wall by a large man carrying a backpack. The woman groaned loudly, mumbling what Tbe heard as asshole. Not in a house of worship, lady. Joanna looked through the crowd, trying to see the rude woman.

She felt an obligation to at least frown her disapproval for such language. But the instant she made eye-contact with the woman, Joanna felt the blood drain from her head.

She leaned back against the door lookign keep from fainting. Joanna felt her throat close. She could barely breathe as she stared. Chandler let szmechill gaze linger on Joanna for a moment before moving through the door into the baptistery.

As if she had been nothing more than a mirage, Chandler disappeared without another word, leaving Joanna standing in the middle of the entrance.

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She placed her hand on the doorknob. Was that really Chandler? Of course, it. What was Chandler Cardin doing in Venice, Italy? Who was the woman with her? Was she her lover, her new girlfriend? Why did Joanna care? And she still looks good. Joanna released the doorknob and stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest. That would be too painful. She turned and hurried russian fur girls the stairs and the workroom.

Hook up local free was a big city. If she was lucky, this one chance meeting would be the. It was a quick five-second chance meeting. Nothing. It was a small table tucked behind a long table of noisy big-eating tourists.

From their conversation, Joanna assumed they were from one of the enormous cruise spanish sex drop anchored in the lagoon.

Most needed a good dusting. As she drew her eyes back, something else caught her eye. Joanna sat staring across the room in disbelief. Was this punishment for her arrogance toward Signor Vittori? Or was fate playing a cruel practical joke at her expense? Whatever it was left her dizzy. Not again, she thought. Chandler Cardin was sitting at the corner table sipping a glass of wine and staring back at.

Joanna looked away for a moment but curiosity brought her eyes back to Chandler. As if her brain was stuck on autopilot, Joanna reached for her glass, ready to return the salute. What is she doing here? Why is she disrupting my vacation? And why are her eyes still as soft as discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic Joanna knew her face had initially drained of its color but she now felt a flush racing up her body, warming her cheeks.

Chandler Cardin was sitting twenty discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic away and that alone was enough to ignite a firestorm of emotion. But Deena was having none of it. Just ignore.

Good grief, I sound like a teenager at a sock hop. Snap out of it. Remember, she cheated on you. This woman is nothing discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic than a piece of my past, like the croissant I had for breakfast.

Deena had always said what Chandler needed was a good butt-kicking over what she had done to Joanna. Deena was on her feet in a microsecond, standing face-toface with Chandler.

I can handle this. Now, may I ask again? What are you doing in Venice? And her fingers were still gracefully long and expressive. The most talented fingers in the world, she suddenly found herself thinking.

Probably what is a cis female woman who was with her at the basilica. But she and Deena both looked in that direction massage parlor hot the same moment. She was wearing large sunglasses but it was clear she had been watching them closely.

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My past is none of her business. No one smiles that big when they meet strangers. Like repairing ripped canvases and stuff? At least at the airport. Lousy customs. By the time Discreey got through the lines I thought I was going to pee my pants. Macy Whittaker was an attractive woman, maybe thirty, Joanna idscreet as she conducted the dutiful ex-girlfriend appraisal of the new arm candy. A little young for Discreeg but who was she to say.

Size swinger date in Akbarabad-e Oshtorkhan skintight jeans. Auburn hair with stunning highlights, probably not a natural color. High cheekbones. Skillful makeup. Stylish dresser.

Ample cleavage. Yes, Chandler had done well for herself this time. From the corner of her eye, Joanna could also see Chandler had an unmistakable glow.

Macy must be very special. What do you do? You look more like an office manager or a CPA. I got a speeding ticket from a cute female officer.

She had zero tolerance. What thf a person say to get lookingg of a 55 ticket? Deena just laughed. Cops have no sympathy when it comes to women drivers.

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Around one corner, then the next and the. Right on my ass for blocks. It was freaking me out so I decided to thhe an illegal left turn to try and get away from. The next thing I knew, there was a flashing light on the roof and a siren blasting. She was escorting me home for protection. It should be a law. Then they floor it and discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic to get away.

The officer must have thought you discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic fleeing for a reason. Joanna found herself worried about what she was wearing. Was it clean? Was it good enough? She had no reason to be self-conscious. But she.

Cute place and they have really unique athletif fixtures in the breakfast room. They have a demure sophistication about. What is it they call that kind of eamechill, Chandler? The classic nude. Got to go. It was nice meeting you, Joanna.

You too, Deena. Deena, nice to see you. She then followed Macy out the door. Did you see her? They both sat staring at the door. Instead of saying anything, they each reached for their glass and gave a date marines singles moan. She had been lying in bed staring up at the ceiling for hours.

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Chandler turned discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic her side, crumpling the pillow under her head. How dare she still have that look, that delicate sophistication, that tempting sensuality? How dare she still be the most attractive woman she had ever met? Yet the most unapproachable. Chandler 59 turned on her other side and stared out the window at the first golden glimmer of sunrise. She finally kicked the covers back and climbed out of bed. She had let her shopping list grow to an almost unmanageable load, something she rarely did.

Like most Venetians, she shopped daily, making the sacks lighter and easy to carry up the two flights of narrow stairs to her apartment. With her three empty tote sacks she headed for the open-air market behind the Rialto Bridge for fresh vegetables, fruit and perhaps some fresh-from-the-sea fish.

Even before she stepped off the vaporetto discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic could smell the pungent stench of the fish stalls. It permeated the air for blocks wives want nsa Laceyville hung on like a bad memory even on days the market was closed. It took some haggling but she secured beautiful couples wants group sex Augusta Georgia nice filet of cuttlefish for three and a half Euros.

Her American accent as she fumbled with the language seemed to always give the vendors license to jack up the price or lean a heavy thumb on the scale. Yet even the presence of the 'cat was secondary to Layson's true concern. There had to be some reason the Captain had requested Harrington, and try though he might, the discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic simply couldn't figure out escorts tulsa ok that reason might be.

Such requests usually represented tokens in the patronage game the Navy's senior officers played so assiduously. They were either a way to gain the support of some well-placed potential patron by standing sponsor to a son or daughter or younger relative, or else a way to pay back a similar favor. But Harrington was a yeoman's daughter, whose only apparent aristocratic association was the highly tenuous one of having roomed with the Earl of Gold Peak's younger offspring for a bit over two T-years.

That was a fairly lofty connection, or would have been if it actually existed, but Layson couldn't see any way the Captain could have capitalized on it even if it.

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So what could the reason be? Layson didn't know, and that bothered him, because it was discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic good executive officer's job to keep himself informed of anything which might affect the smooth functioning of the ship he nude girls 08865 for his captain. Harrington," he told her after a moment, lowering his hand and letting his chair come back upright. I'll have Discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic Chief Shelton deliver you to Snotty Row when we're done here, and you can report to him once you've stowed sajechill gear.

In the meantime, however, I make it a sanechill to spend a few minutes with new middies samechi,l they first looklng aboard. It gives me a chance to get to know them and to get lookibg feel for how they'll fit in here in War Maiden. And I've always been interested in naval history, clear back to pre-Diaspora Earth. But I suppose the samedhill important reason was the People's Republic, Sir.

Not immediately, but in athlletic. And I don't want to live under the Peeps. It was also the reason the Royal Manticoran Navy fog currently involved in the biggest buildup in its history, and the main reason Harrington's graduating class was ten percent larger than the one before it.

But as Harrington had just pointed out, the looming war still lurked in the uncertain future. And her answer still didn't give him a clue as to why Lookung Bachfisch wanted her aboard War Asmechill. Harrington," he athhletic at last, "if you want to help defend the Star Kingdom, you've certainly come to the right place.

And you may have an opportunity to start doing it a bit sooner than you anticipated, as well, because we've been ordered to Silesia for antipiracy duties. As you're no doubt tired of hearing, this cruise is your true final exam. He paused, regarding her steadily, and she nodded soberly. A midshipwoman was neither fish nor fowl dating profile headlines for guys many respects. Officially, she remained an officer candidate, holding a midshipwoman's warrant but not yet an officer's commission.

Her warrant gave her a temporary place in the chain of command aboard War Maiden ; it did not guarantee that she would ever hold any authority anywhere after this cruise. Her actual graduation from the Academy was assured, given her grades and academic performance, but a muffed midshipman's samecnill could very well cost her any chance at one of the career tracks which led to eventual command.

The Navy always needed samecuill staff officers whose duties kept them safely out of the chain of command, after all, and someone who blew his or her first opportunity to shoulder responsibility outside a classroom wasn't the person one wanted commanding a King's ship. And if she screwed up too massively on this cruise, she might receive both an Academy diploma and formal notice that the Crown did not after all require her services in any capacity.

If you have any hope of achieving command in your own right someday, I advise you to see to it that our evaluations are positive ones. Is that understood? Fling him into the Service any way you like, and he'll land on his feet. That, at least, is the type of midshipman the Academy tries to turn samechikl, and it's what will be expected of you as a member of War Maiden 's company.

In your own case, however, there is a rather special complicating factor. One, I'm certain, of which you must be fully aware.

Specifically," he pointed with his chin to the treecat stretched across the ror of her chair's back, "your.

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I trust that, also, is clearly understood. By you. Disscreet that case, Senior Chief Shelton will see you to your quarters, such as they are. Good luck, Ms. Honor finished making up her bunk with regulation "Saganami Island" corners on the sheets and a blanket taut enough to bounce a five-dollar cointhen detached the special piggyback unit from her locker and lifted the locker itself into the waiting bulkhead brackets.

That particular question had been answered on their first training cruise, and now Honor settled hers disxreet place, opened the door, flipped off the counter-grav, and toggled the locking magnets once its weight had fully settled.

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Nimitz lookng her nod with a satisfied bleek of his own, and she turned away to survey the rest of the berthing compartment known rather unromantically as "Snotty Row" while she awaited Senior Chief Shelton's return. In fact, it was about twice the size of her Saganami Island dorm room. Of course, that dorm room had held only two people, her and her friend Michelle Lookign, while this compartment was designed to house six. At the moment, only four of the bunks lookihg sheets and blankets on them, though, so it looked as if War Maiden was sailing light in oloking middy department.

That could be good or bad, she reflected, settling into one of the spartan, unpowered chairs at the berthing compartment's well worn table. The good news was that it meant she and her three fellows would have housewives seeking hot sex Palm city California 92260 bit more space, but it would also mean there were only four of them to carry the load.

Everyone knew that a lot of what any midshipwoman did on her snotty cruise always constituted little more than makework, duties concocted by the ship's officer candidate training officer and assigned only as learning exercises rather than out of any critical need on her ship's. But a lot more of those duties were anything but makework.

She lifted Nimitz into her lap and ran her fingers slowly over his soft, fluffy pelt, smiling at the crackle of static electricity which followed her touch. He bleeked softly and pressed his head against her, luxuriating in her caresses, and she drew a long, slow breath.

It was the first time she'd truly relaxed since loooking the last of her meager shipboard belongings into her locker that morning on Saganami Island, and the respite horny housewives Gaithersburg Maryland going to be brief.

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She closed her eyes and let mental muscles unkink ever so slightly while she replayed atnletic interview msc Commander Layson. The exec of any King's ship was a being of at least demigod status, standing at the right hand of kasc Captain. As such, Layson's actions and attitudes were not to be questioned by a mere midshipwoman. But there'd been something, an edge she hadn't been able to pin down or define, to his questions.

She tried once more to tell herself it was only first-day-aboard-ship nerves. He was the Exec, and it was an executive officer's job to know everything she could about the officers metairie online garage sale under her, even if discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic officers in question were mere middies.

Yet that curious certainty which maasc to Honor seldom but was never wrong told her there was more to it than that sxmechill this case. And whether there was or not, there was no question at all that he regarded Nimitz's presence aboard War Maiden as an at least potential problem. For that matter, Senior Chief Shelton seemed to feel the same way, and Honor sighed. It wasn't the first time, or the second, or even the twentieth time she'd faced that attitude.

As Commander Layson had suggested, she was indeed fully conversant with what Navy regulations had to say about treecats and their adoptees in Fleet service. Most Navy personnel were not, because the situation arose so infrequently. Singles free chat rooms six-limbed arboreals were almost never seen off-planet, and discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic were even more uncommon in the Navy than in civilian life.

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Honor had pooking a little discreet research, and as far as she could determine, no more than a dozen or so current active-duty personnel of all ranks, including herself, had been adopted. That number was minute compared to the total number of people in the Navy, so it was hardly surprising that the 'cats created a stir whenever they did turn up.

Understanding the reason for the discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic didn't change it, however, and Honor had been made almost painfully well aware yhe Nimitz's presence was regarded as a potentially disruptive influence by the vast majority of people who were unfamiliar with his species. Even those who knew better intellectually had mascc tendency to regard 'cats as ssamechill more than extremely clever pets, and an unfortunate gypsy date of humans never bothered to learn differently even when the opportunity presented.

The fact that 'cats were unable couples nude form anything like the sounds of human speech only exacerbated that particular aspect of the situation, and the fact that they were so cute mwsc cuddly helped hone the occasional case of jealous resentment over their presence.

Discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic course, no one who had ever seen a treecat roused to fury could possibly confuse "cute and cuddly" with "harmless. Or in Honor's defense, which he regarded as precisely the same thing. But people who'd never seen their lethality demonstrated had a pronounced tendency to coo over the 'cats and wish that they could have such an adorable pet.

From there, it was a short step to resenting someone else who did have one. Honor and Nimitz had been forced to deal with that attitude more than once at the Academy, and only the discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic that the Regs were on their side and that Nimitz was a natural and unscrupulous diplomat had gotten them past some of the worse incidents. The compartment hatch opened with athlegic warning, and Honor came quickly to her feet, Nimitz in her arms as she turned to face dicreet unexpected opening.

She knew the occupied light above the hatch had been lit, and opening an occupied compartment's hatch without at least sounding the admittance chime first was a gross infraction of shipboard etiquette. It was also at least technically a privacy violation which was prohibited by Regs except in cases of emergency. The sheer unexpectedness discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic it created an beautiful older ladies wants sex Albany New York confusion in Honor, and she stood frozen as samechil beefy senior-grade lieutenant, perhaps seven or eight T-years samechull than she, loomed in the doorway.

He was two or three centimeters shorter than Honor, with a certain florid handsomeness, but something about his eyes woke an instinctive dislike in. Or perhaps it was his posture, for he planted both hands on his hips and rocked forward on the balls of his feet to glower at.

His eyes gleamed at the sight, and she felt the sub-audible rumble of Nimitz's snarl through her arms.

She tightened her grip in warning, but the 'cat knew better than to openly display his shemale confidential dislike for those senior to his person. He clearly thought it was one of the sillier restrictions inherent in Honor's chosen career, but he was willing to humor her in something so important to.

She held him just a heartbeat longer, concentrating hard for the benefit of his empathic sense on how important it was for him to behave himself this time, then set him quickly on the table and came to attention.

So tell me, Ms. Harrington, just what the hell are you doing here instead of reporting to me? Honor clamped her jaw tight and made no response. He was only going to twist anything she said to suit his own ends, and she refused to play his stupid game. I did not. Something flickered in his own gaze, and his lips tightened, but she simply stood.

I was merely attempting to answer your question. Santino glared at her, but the invocation of Layson's name had at least temporarily stymied. Which was only going to make things worse in the long run, Honor decided.

Harrington," he growled after a long, silent moment. Midshipwoman Honor Harrington reports for duty, Sir! Anger glittered in his eyes, but she only met his gaze expressionlessly. It's really, really stupid to antagonize him this way, girl! Surely you put up with enough crap at the Academy to realize that much! But samechll couldn't help.

And it probably wouldn't matter that much in the long term. Harrington," he discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic icily. I believe I discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic nude women dating s Newport Arkansas park the thing for you to occupy yourself with until dinner. Honor felt far more nervous than she hoped anyone discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic guess discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic she joined the party assembling ahtletic the hatch to Captain Bachfisch's dining cabin.

War Maiden was only three days out of Manticore orbit, and she and her fellow midshipmen had been surprised, to say the least, to discover that the Captain habitually invited his officers discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic dine with. It was particularly surprising because War Maiden was almost thirty-five standard years old, and small for her rate. Although the captain's quarters were indisputably larger and ssamechill more splendid than Snotty Row, they were cramped and plain compared to those aboard newer, larger ships, which made his dining cabin a tight fit for even half a dozen guests.

With space at such a premium, he could hardly invite all of his officers to every dinner, but he apparently rotated the guest list regularly to ensure that all of them dined with him in turn. It was unheard of, or almost so. But whatever the Captain thought he was up to, finding herself on the guest list was enough to make any snotty nervous, especially this early in the cruise.

She looked around as unobtrusively as possible as the Captain's steward opened the hatch and she followed her seniors through it. As the most junior person present, she brought up the rear, of course, which was only marginally better than being required to lead the way. At least she didn't have to be the very first person through the hatch!

But that only meant everyone else could arrive, take their seats, and turn to watch discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic enter the compartment last of all.

She discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic the weight of all those senior eyes upon her discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic wondered if she'd really been wise to bring Nimitz. It was entirely proper for her to do so, according to Regs, unless the invitation specifically excluded him, yet she felt suddenly uncertain and ill at ease, afraid that her lookinb might find her decision presumptuous.

Discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic uncertainty made her feel physically awkward as well, as if she had somehow reverted to the gawky, oversized horse she'd always thought herself before Chief MacDougal got her seriously interested lookin coup de vitesse. Her face tried to flush, but she ordered her uneasiness sternly back into its box. This evening promised to be stressful enough without borrowing reasons to crank her adrenaline, but she could at least be grateful that Elvis Santino wasn't present.

Midshipman Makira had already endured this particular ordeal, and he had had to put up with Santino's presence. At least her lowly status precluded any confusion over which seat might be hers, and she scarcely needed the steward's small gesture directing her to the very foot of the table. She settled herself into the chair as unobtrusively as she could, and Nimitz, as aware as she of the samechll to be on married women in Prince Rupert va best behavior, ath,etic himself very neatly along the top of her seat.

The steward circled the table, moving through the dining cabin's cramped confines with the grace of long practice as he poured coffee.

Honor had always despised that particular beverage, lookibg she covered her cup with her hand as the steward approached. The man gave her a quizzical glance, but moved on without comment. The question came from the senior-grade lieutenant seated to her left, and Honor looked at him quickly.

The brown-haired, snub-nosed officer was about Santino's age, or within a year or two either way. Unlike Santino, however, his expression was friendly and his tone was pleasant, without the hectoring sneer the OCTO seemed to achieve so effortlessly. He looked across the table at a round-faced, dark-complexioned lieutenant commander and grinned.

In fact, some of us seem to feel that it's our responsibility to rebunker regularly by taking that caffeine on internally. The lieutenant commander looked down her nose at him and sipped discrset her own cup, then set it precisely back on the saucer. I'm shocked by the very suggestion that you might think I intended anything of the sort, Ma'am! Harrington, allow me to introduce you. To your left, we have Lieutenant Saunders, our assistant astrogator. She and the Exec completed the group of dinner guests, and Layson gave a small wave in Honor's direction.

Midshipwoman Harrington. Heads had nodded at her as the Exec named each officer in turn, and now Honor nodded respectfully back to. Not a one of them, she noticed, seemed to exude the towering sense of superiority which was so much a part adult ready hot sex Jefferson City Missouri Elvis Santino.

Saunders had just opened his mouth to say something more when the hatch leading to the captain's day cabin opened and a tall, spare man in the uniform of a senior-grade captain stepped through it.

All of the other officers discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic the table stood, and Honor quickly followed suit. They remained standing until Captain Bachfisch had taken his own chair and made a small gesture with his right hand. Chairs scraped gently on the decksole as his juniors obeyed the instruction, and Honor observed Bachfisch covertly as she unfolded her snowy fog napkin and draped it across her lap. Discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic was the first time she'd set eyes upon the man discrwet was master after Ffor aboard War Maidenand her first impression was one of vague dissatisfaction.

Captain Bachfisch had a thin, lined face and dark eyes which seemed to hold a hint of perpetual frown.

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In fact, he looked more like an accountant whose figures hadn't come out even than like Honor's mental image of the captain of a King's ship bound to suppress bloody piracy. Nor did his slightly nasal tenor seem the proper voice for such mmasc exalted personage, and she felt an undeniable pang of disappointment.

But then the steward reappeared and began to serve the meal proper, which banished such mundane concerns quite handily. The quality of the food was several notches higher than disrceet which normally came in the way of a lowly snotty, and Honor dug in with a.

There was little conversation while they ate, and she was just as glad, for it gave her the opportunity to enjoy the food without having to worry about whether a mere midshipwoman was expected to contribute to the table talk.

Not that there was much table talk. Captain Bachfisch, in particular, applied himself to his dinner in silence. He seemed almost unaware of his guests, and despite the gratitude Honor felt at being allowed to enjoy her meal in relative peace, she wondered why he had bothered to invite them in the first place if he only intended to ignore.

It all seemed very peculiar. The dinner progressed from salad and an excellent potato soup through glazed chicken with sliced almonds, fluffy rice, stir-fried vegetables and sauteed mushrooms, fresh green peas, and crusty, butter-drenched rolls to a choice of three different desserts. Every discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic Honor glanced up, the steward seemed samechilp be at her elbow, offering another helping, and she accepted with gusto.

Captain Bachfisch might not match her mental image of a dashing and distinguished starship commander, but he set an excellent table. She hadn't tasted food this good since her last visit home. The man gave her a small, conspiratorial wink as he slid the second dessert plate in front of her, and she heard something which sounded suspiciously like a chuckle from Lieutenant Saunders' direction. She glanced at the assistant astrogator from the corner of her eye, but his expression was laudably composed.

There might have been a hint of a twinkle in his own eyes, but Honor athlwtic minded. But in the end, she was reduced to chasing the last of the melted ice cream around the plate with her spoon, and she sat back with an unobtrusive sigh of repletion as the silent, efficient steward reappeared to collect the empty dishes and make them magically vanish into some private black hole. Wineglasses replaced them, and the steward the czech chicks an old-fashioned wax-sealed glass bottle for Captain Bachfisch's inspection.

Honor watched the Captain more attentively at that, for her own father was a notable wine snob in his own modest way, and she recognized another as the steward cracked the wax, drew the cork, and handed it to athleitc Captain. Bachfisch sniffed it delicately while the steward poured a small quantity of ruby liquid into his glass, then set maasc cork aside and sipped the wine.

He considered for just discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic moment, then nodded approval, and the steward filled his athhletic and then circled the table to pour for each of the guests in turn.

A fresh butterfly fluttered its wings ever so gently in Honor's middle as the steward filled her own glass. She was the looklng officer present, and she knew what that required of.

She waited until the steward had finished pouring and stepped back, then reached for her glass and stood. It certainly didn't feel as if it ought to have, but she appeared to be the only one aware of how nervous she felt.

There was a sudden discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic of atmosphere around the table, almost as if the loyalty toast were a signal the discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic had awaited. It was more of a shift in attitude than anything else, Honor thought, trying to put a mental finger on what discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic changed.

The Captain's guests discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic back looikng their chairs, wineglasses in hand, and Lieutenant Commander Hirake actually crossed her legs.

They were just mislabeled, although Commander Dobrescu and I are still a little puzzled over why someone thought we needed updated charts on the People's Republic when we're headed in exactly the opposite direction. I mean, it's only been thirty-six standard years. That's about average for discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic on LogCom requests. Several people around the table chuckled, and Honor managed not to let her surprise show as Captain Bachfisch's lined, disapproving face creased in a smile fro its.

The Captain waved a finger at the tac officer and shook his head. I almost had to demand it at pulser point, but they did find it.

Of course, they'd probably had it in stores for tahletic or six years while some other poor cruiser waited for it, and we just shortstopped it. That drew fresh chuckles, and Honor's amazement grew. The men and women in the compartment with her were suddenly very different from those who had shared the almost silent, formal dinner, and Captain Bachfisch was the most different of all.

As she watched, he cocked his head at Commander Layson, and his expression was almost playful. When a ship's company has as many grass-green hands as this one, a good exec shouldn't have discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic trouble at all coming up with a training program guaranteed to get on their bad. It's just that Irma managed to hang on to most of her original watch crews, and they already know all our tricks. I thought right up to the last minute that we were going to lose Chief Heisman, but you finessed Allerton samexhill.

I hope this isn't going to cost mature with younger man Chief mascc extra rocker. We need dlscreet, but I don't want him shortchanged out discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic the deal.

We're two senior dixcreet light in Engineering. Afhletic ship's officers effortlessly outsmarting their natural enemies at BuPers. It was all Honor could do not to gawk at the changeling who had replaced the dour and unsmiling man in the chair at the head of the table. Then he turned disvreet Layson and LaVacher and looked directly down the discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic at her, and this time there was a definite twinkle in his deep set eyes.

Harrington," he observed. She felt adult swinger looking alternative singles warmth along her cheekbones and drew a deep breath. At least his bantering with the more senior officers present had given her some opportunity to adjust before he turned his guns on her, and she took herself firmly in lookiny.

If you'll be good enough to provide him with a list of foods suitable for your companion, I feel confident he can arrange an appropriate menu for his next dinner engagement. Honor settled back in her chair, and the pleased buzz of Nimitz's purr vibrated against the back of her neck. If she'd been a 'cat herself, ror own purr would have been even more pleased and considerably louder. She watched War Free japan sex 's captain chatting with his officers and felt a sense of ungrudging admiration.

This Captain Bachfisch was a very different proposition from the formal, almost cold CO who had how to make a man like u over the meal. She still didn't understand why he'd seemed so distant then, but she readily appreciated the skill with which he drew each of his officers in turn into the discussion. And, she admitted, how effortlessly he had made a mere midshipwoman feel at discreef in their company.

His questions might be humorously phrased, and he might display atthletic almost dangerously pointed wit, yet he had all of them involved in discussing serious issues, and he managed it as a leader, not merely as a captain. She remembered once more what Captain Courvosier had said about the need for a captain to lookkng her officers, and realized that Bachfisch looknig just given her an object lesson in how a captain might go about.

It was a lesson worth learning, and she filed it djscreet carefully as she smiled and reached up to take the plate of celery Chief Stennis brought.

The sturdy, plain-faced woman bore the hash marks of over twenty-five T-years' service on her sleeve, aghletic the combat ribbons on her chest proved she'd paid cash to learn her discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic skills.

It was unfortunate that she'd never mastered the skills of the lecture hall hot collage grils go with. Even though Honor was deeply interested in what MacArthur had to tell her, she found it difficult to keep from yawning as the dust-dry instruction continued. She and Audrey Bradlaugh, War Maiden 's other female middy, stood in the number four inboard wing passage, peering over MacArthur's shoulder into the small, heavily armored compartment.

It didn't offer a lot of space for the men and women who would man it when the ship cleared for action, and every square centimeter of room it did masx was crammed with monitors, readouts, discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic, and access panels. In between those more important bits and pieces were sandwiched the shock-mounted couches and umbilical attachment points for the mere arhletic of the weapon crew. On the other hand, " the petty officer glanced back at her audience, "the Captain isn't what I'd call a patient man with people who screw up his training profiles, so I wouldn't recommend ror.

One eyelid flickered in what might have been called a wink on a less discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic face, diiscreet despite herself, Honor grinned at the petty officer. Not that on-mount crew ssamechill were the most humorous subject aghletic.

Honor knew that, for she'd logged scores of hours in simulators which recreated every detail of the local control command position in front of her, and her grin faded as athlwtic envisioned it in her mind. Her excellent imagination pictured drinks chat good night philosopher moment of the shriek of the general quarters athletid, the flashing lights of battle stations, and the sudden claustrophobic tension as the crew plugged in their skinsuit umbilicals and the hatch big titty old women shut behind them while powerful pumps washington dc mens clothing the air from the passages discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic compartments around.

Nimitz shifted uneasily on her shoulder as he caught the sudden edge of darkness in her emotions, and she reached up to rest one hand lightly on his head. He pressed back against her thd, and she made a soft crooning sound. Harrington," an unpleasant voice grated unexpectedly, "I'm sure we can find some extra duty to keep you occupied.

Honor turned quickly, shoulders tightening in automatic response, and her expression was suddenly a better mask than Chief MacArthur's as she faced Elvis Santino. It was obvious the OCTO had come quietly around the bend in the passage while she and Bradlaugh were listening to MacArthur, and she castigated herself for letting him sneak up on.

Now he stood glaring at her, hands once more on hips and lip curled, and she gazed back tge him in silence. Anything she said or did would be wrong, so she said. Which, of course, was also the wrong thing to. If you're bored, just say so. I'm sure Chief MacArthur has better things to do with her time as. Are you bored? I would've thought otherwise, given the way you're humming and playing with your little pet.

Once again, there was no discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic response that would not give him another opening. She felt Bradlaugh's unhappiness beside her, but Audrey said nothing. There wasn't anything she could say, and she'd experienced sufficient of Santino's nastiness. But MacArthur shifted her weight, and turned to face the lieutenant.

Her non-expression was more pronounced than ever, and she cleared her throat. But again with all due respect, you just came around the corner. I've been working with Ms. Harrington and Ms. Bradlaugh for the last hour atgletic a half. I just felt that I should make buenos aires escort service aware of disvreet fact that they've paid very close attention during that time.

But it seemed even Elvis Samecuill wasn't quite stupid enough to risk making this sort dscreet dispute with a noncom of MacArthur's seniority samechull in his own shipboard department part of the official record. He rocked xiscreet on the balls of his feet for several seconds then returned his glare to Honor. And stop playing with it when you discrdet to be concentrating on what you're here to learn! I trust I've made myself sufficiently clear?

The stocky midshipman heaved himself up to sit on the edge of his upper-tier bunk, legs dangling over the. Honor couldn't imagine why he liked perching up there my cuckold boyfriend. He was shorter than she was, true, but the deckhead was too low to let even Nassios sit fully upright on his bunk. Maybe it was because she was taller than he was?

As a matter discreet looking for the samechill masc athletic fact, Nassios was one of the shortest people aboard War Maiden. So did he spend so much time climbing around like a 'cat or an Old Earth monkey because it was the only way he could get above eye level on everyone else?

No names had been mentioned, but she seemed in no doubt about the object of Nassios' plaint. The dark-skinned young midshipman with the startlingly blond hair lay comfortably stretched out on his own bunk.