She turned in my arms and leaned into the passage trying to see the squad.“I guess their sergeant believes in running,” I said. “I remember that... we did a lot of that when we worked on physical fitness back on Earth.”“We did,” Ashley said cheerfully. “But now the passage is clear. Where do we go?”“Let’s check the bridge simulator and then stop and see Ensign Daniels before checking out the missile simulation room,” I said.Ashley squirmed out of my arms. “I’ll beat you to the room!” she cried as. "I thought we agreed to save that for Saturday?" I pointed out."We did, but we can go and find someone to chat to on the internet."I'd been in chat rooms myself and had often been asked for a picture of myself, obviously not the kind of picture that Amanda was suggesting."Are you sure about this?" Yes, look, how about a bet?" What kind of a bet?" I asked suspiciously."How about, if anyone challenges your picture I'll, go naked under my uniform tomorrow. If you pass and get complimented, you. She was not but the GPS showed that she was at a bar close to the hotel.I went back to the office and cued all the cameras so that they were motion activated and would provide continuous coverage from the time Ashley came on the property. She parked the car in the garage and went straight to our suite and got some clothes out of the closet and then went to the guestroom in the other wing of the house and stripped down to take a shower. As she was stripping down, I zoomed the camera in close and. Her cheeks were flushed. Her shoulders quaked. He pushed up her chin. She was shocked to be kissed. He brushed her bangs away from her dark brown eyes.“Did you like it?” She frowned. “I could use more practice.”“I’ll be certain you get it.” He leered and she looked shocked. “Get the note tomorrow. No evidence.”“OK,” she nodded.He ran his hands down her arms and then grabbed her hips. He rolled her skirt down.“AG was right about you.” He whispered in her ear. He impelled her off the bed with one.