205,206,207 and here it is 208.I rang her door bell; she opened the door and invited me in.As I entered her house, she guided me to her sofa and she l...eft for the kitchen and got in a glass and offered a drink while she was sipping hers.As I took the drink from her I observed her she had straight hair and chocolate skinned and a sharp nose and very sharp intimidating eyes she had removed her ornaments I could see her long neck and some of it was covered by her hair.Her first two buttons remained. Maybe not, the oldest looked to be about 19. Typical nordic-type German; tall, thin, blond with blue eyes.Like I mentioned ... boisterous seas. A U-boat is pretty calm below the wave zone. We were bouncing around pretty good. The three of them looked uncomfortable ... and maybe a little seasick and a lot homesick.Wendy left the cabin, came out on deck and stood horizon watch ... not that she could see the horizon; it's still dark and wet. Mostly we followed the light on the rear of the. .. I'd arrived at the Mills house early to babysit for the children of the Judge and his wife Roberta. When no one had answered my calls as I came in, I went upstairs to see if the kids were in the playroom. I'd heard sounds from the master bedroom and sticking my head in, had seen movement out the french doors that led to the private sundeck. I'd only meant to peek but the sight of Roberta Mills laying face down on the chaise lounge wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties made my jaw drop. Peter was a tall man; the gray in his hair was in the right spots over his ears and not peppered everywhere like my own. Hell, if I grew a beard like his, I’d have an off-center skunk on my face. He was wearing a suit, dark brown with a black shirt and tie. I did everything I could in my life never to wear a tie. His glasses looked like they cost more than my wardrobe.“Yes,” he agreed without enthusiasm. I had the feeling he would’ve rather started at the power differential where he was calling.