They splashed around for a while and decided to do some sun-bathing. They spread out their towels and closed their eyes for about half an hour."Well l...ook what washed up on shore." said a strange new voice, who's owner blocked their sun. Erica squinted at the intruder of their solitude. The voice belonged to a blond hair man who obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. He stood there, about 6 foot, staring down at a pair of the most gorgeous creatures he had ever found. Erica didn't mind. Kostowe sat up. "Not Coast Guard?"Lenore was slightly surprised, then considered it for a few moments. "Small boats, Chief, and it'd be helping people. But it's ... I don't know. Not something I'd considered."He rewarded her with a smile. "One way to put it is the difference between police and firemen and soldiering."She nodded, then, firmly. "Navy or Air Force."Deb cautioned her, "Flying is a man's game. You'd have a struggle the whole way."Lenore shook her head. "Flying would be fun, but. You didn’t make that promise, did you?”“Never,” I said. “We talked about it, but I always said we’d have the serious conversation after she graduated, and that I wasn’t making any promises about that before then, and that I wasn’t guaranteeing that was what would happen.”“I’m sorry I responded that way, but I didn’t appreciate being called a whore or a slut because I’m intimate with you, and only you.”“Not defending her, but from her perspective, you’re sleeping with HER man, which makes you. Triela had her arms crossed, glaring down Lorenzo. Lorenzo stared at his Boss, who was tapping his fingers in a slow cadence, one after the other on the desk. He glanced at Triela before refocusing on Lorenzo. He then gave an order with only a slight nod. I felt the knife in my back and let out a gasp of scared anticipation. A quick movement upward severed the ropes that bind me and, despite my previous notion of wanting to die, I took a few quick breaths grateful to be alive. I was grateful to.