I grabbed the front of her trunks and pulled her toward me. She was ready to push away when she realized I was pulling her in for a kiss. She relaxed ...and kissed back. We were standing in water just below my chest. I had both hands on her back and I think she was actually floating a bit with her feet a couple of inches off the bottom. My hand had a mind of its own and made its way down to her butt. After I cupped it and felt it for a while, I slid it up to her lower back, just above her bathing. I toss that aside really quick. There is what appears to be a fewpieces of meat? there. I want to try some but? I need a knife.I pick up one of the utensils there, it looks like a fork that I've usedbefore.But as I'm studying it, I find this one more precise, squared, notforged or crafted? I suspect it was stamped out of something, then bentinto shape. I examine it, then I notice! there is something that's NOTon the table? No knife! The only pointy-sharp object here is the fork. Igrab the glass. There were still moments, though, when she slipped back into uncertainty and I enjoyed convincing her of my opinion that she was beautiful. From time to time, though, she became very quiet and I noticed her looking strangely at me when she thought I wasn't aware.I had an internal battle too. Perhaps 'confusion' would be better. I hated the idea she might find someone else and leave me alone, but the thought of making a lifetime commitment was equally daunting. I became sure, though, that a. " They both looked to the corner of the display, where the countdown clock now read: Four Weeks, Six Days.Samantha, resplendent in dress grey, met Lieutenant Carruthers, similarly attired in his dress Marine uniform, on the front steps of the Officers' Club. The AI advised them that no, they weren't late, but that the Admiral was waiting for them in the Igloo Lounge, a small intimate dining room for lunch meetings with VIPs like the Admiral.Admiral Van De Graaf was impressive: tall, slender,.