He was there, abruptly, glancing around with the same searching look, and finding me just as I found him. I mouthed his name questioningly, and he nod...ded, before abruptly -- I was out of the chair and running towards him, unmindful of the stares. Non-descript; he wasn't my typical idea of a dream-man, yet it was /him/, and because he was him, he /was/ my dream-man. Convoluted logic, but that wasn't what was on my mind as I wrapped my arms about his neck, surprised at his strength as he easily. Frayed pant cuffs piledaround clownish feet clad in cheap shoes, worn soles visible as their ownerstood on tiptoes for a better view. This disastrous scene dragged onfruitlessly as the man shifted around, completely clueless and unwilling toadmit it. His obvious fear of failing a stereotypically masculine task waspathetic, as if self-worth should be based on knowledge of basic mechanics.Satisfied with my examination, I spoke. "Need some help there?"The buffoon shot up and banged his head. And last, and most recent is Bridget, except she’s really my niece; she lived with us while she went to college and we fell in love. She’s another computer science jock.“These are not what you might call ‘V’ relationships, where I love each wife, but they don’t interact. They all love each other, refer to themselves as sister wives, and are all physical and romantic with each other. We have a very loving household with remarkably little drama.” He glanced at Rose, “She even grew up in that. Robinson filled Grace with a certain dread that she would be found out as a female and soon suffer the same fate as her admired older female acquaintance. The four terrified daughters had not been placed into undignified positions as yet and Grace was concerned their use by the sex-starved pirate crew would be far too traumatic for such well brought-up females of the upper-classes.She was still safe in her disguise as a cabin-boy of absolutely no interest to the sex-starved pirates unless.