Blondie was tied up in the hold of the fishing boat.A mile or so down the River Orwell we had paused beside a sleek, high prowed craft that looked lik...e some rich guy's oceangoing pleasure boat. Not quite a yacht, but slightly larger than the fishing boat.At least, that's what she looked like if you didn't notice the forest of antennas and the dome that almost certainly protected some pretty sophisticated hardware. Certainly, all ocean going vessels carry a certain number of radios, GPS sytems. .. I’m nicely warmed up now...” She jokes as she passes us.We cut to inside our studio as Asha enters – speeding up the last few steps as she approaches the real Charley Ozvik, seeming very excited to meet the host of her favourite tv show.Charley is wearing a tighter-than-tight white t-shirt with no bra underneath and we can barely look away from the outline of the little gold bar piercings through each of her nipples. Her jeans are just as tight.“Hi there, I’m Charley Ozvik – and you must. She told me that at first, it could be a bit muchfor me to get all done up and come over to the doctor's office. Shesuggested that I do the basics first, bring along my outfit for thatday, and then change once I got here. She was so helpful with that.So, that's what I did.Wednesday saw me in that waiting room a full hour early and I was therewith my pants and shirt being the only masculine thing on me.Everything underneath wasn't. I got some knowing looks now from thepretty ones in the. We were scubbing out the cargo tanks for filling, and having a time of it, singing and drinking, and generally making asses of ourselves, when in steps the most beautiful pair of legs that I have ever seen. "Gentlemen!", the owner of the legs shouted over the din, catching, and holding, our attention. "I am Commander Schuyler of the Imperial Customs Service, and this is an inspection tour!" We all groaned and stopped what we were doing to allow her to look us over, then march off to our bunks.