She looked adorably cute in her white weight lifting shoes and her sweats and gray T-shirt with the neck and arms cut out."What are you looking at?" W...endy asked me."The same thing you were looking at," I replied."I was not!" She lied."Uh-huh. Sure."My wife was as much a sucker for a pretty woman as I was.Once they all cleared out, we got into the weight room and had the whole place to ourselves. I warmed up with some shadow boxing, and Wendy headed right for the treadmill. Her legs were already. He put on a white button down shirt and some khaki pants and then grabbed a navy blue blazer, not to formal and not to casual. ‘What do you wear to a meeting with one of the richest men in the world?’ he thought to himself. He grabbed his watch and wallet and keys. He threw his macbook in his satchel and then headed out the door. The young Hispanic female waiting by the black SUV snapped to attention when the front door opened and Sean appeared. ‘Good morning Dr. Mallory.’ she said as she. 'Nanette broke the salute, "Sah" 'not my type', smartly about turned and marched off but spoilt the effect by swirling her arse as she departed – a giggle was heard as she went down the passage.The woman approached Clare and snapped her flat hand to the brim of her cap in salute,"Permission to come on the bridge, Captain." Granted" and Clare returned the salute both breaking the gesture at the same time."Lieutenant Phillipa Battenberg, Ma'am, my orders and the signals order for this exercise". The eldest, who could have been no more then sixteen or so had long blonde locks, that seemed to cascade over her shoulder. The second was a sharp contrast, with jet black hair and pale skin but her eyes were a vibrant blue and danced with excitement as she stared at us all. They were both modestly dressed and smiled politely at us all, occasionally saying ‘good day’ to those who said it to them. All too suddenly though, their carriage door was flung open and then appeared two long, golden,.