"A startled look appeared on Hartwell's face as he stared at Shiloh. "Seriously man, it takes that long to learn?" Hartwell asked a look of fear on hi...s face."No, it takes far longer. I have been married for a few decades; I am still learning." Shiloh replied.This time the look of fear got more intense as Hartwell whispered. "Dear God, I'm doomed."Shiloh chuckled a bit, "we all are sir, we all are."_______________________________________________________Not far past the wreckage of the Tendraxian. ” Okay I thought. It’s now or never. I push away from the wall, look her right in the eye and tell her, “Kathleen, take off your shirt.”“Yes, Sir. Nice touch using my name, Jason.” She takes a few steps back, gives me a smile and a wink and slowly lifts her shirt up. As she lifts the shirt over her head, her breasts fall back down and jiggle in the most seductive way. Her nipples are so hard and sticking right out at me just begging to be sucked. “What about these Jason?” She has her fingers. The only difference being Charlie went to work five and sometimes more days a week for eight to ten hours per day. He needed this time to regain his strength.They rarely went out or, had people in. They were all the company they needed. They would have drinks before dinner and after if it suited Charlie. He preferred Tennessee sour mash whiskey with a splash of branch water. Ellie had not been a drinker other than some beer in college but whatever Charlie wanted Ellie wanted. So she too drank. She’s something of a Scottish stereotype with white than white skin, straight ginger hair, freckles across her face. She’s very slight but not at all fragile looking. Hard Scottish stock. She looks about two good meals from being a decent looking girl. She wears a big sweater, almost disappearing in it. She speaks nervously with a Scottish accent so thick that it almost needs subtitles.“Hello, my name is Rose Wharton. I’m 23. I’m unemployed. And I’m from Aberdeen.”There’s a much older man.