I have no way of going through the whole list and I would therefore invariably grab the name of a ship that actually existed at one time and a hull nu...mber from another ship that actually existed, thereby casting aspersions upon the innocent. To some there may be several apparently pejorative terms used. During any war, the warriors use terms among themselves to describe themselves that civilians may find offensive. During the Viet Nam War sailors used to refer to themselves as enlisted swine. This was like another first for me and it was the first time I had ever flashed my pussy. Well, we finished our drinks, and started walking back the other way. It was like all the guys, were waiting for me to come back past them. I tried to remember where I had flashed before, and then flash in between those spots. Well, that plan went away rather quickly too. I just couldn't resist flashing anyone that yelled at me. I must have flashed my breasts at least fifty times, and we weren't even half. But hearing him put it to words, even indirectly, stung. God, how foolish of her to misinterpret the simple way he’d introduced her to his parents. She reached for her hypocrisy—she would’ve called off their affair by now if hadn’t he taken that phone call—and it dulled the hurt. A little. She wasn’t going to hang around where she wasn’t wanted. Certain she had her face schooled in a neutral expression, Ana looked at him, ready to acquiesce to his request. But his vivid blue eyes said something. {Holy shit, you’re fucking crazy Fitzpatrick} But crazy or not, he also thought about how seriously he’d wanted to put his fingers to his lips to get a taste of Erin. But no…he’d denied himself. And now he regretted it. {Damn.} He pulled into the garage and sat in his Jeep, thinking. Vicki opened the door and called out to him, ‘Hey, baby. Good run?’ William looked up and saw Vicki carrying a bottle of wine and wearing very tight t-shirt that rode high on her flat belly and a very tiny pink.