"I think so, Madame Cornelius, but my opinion isn't the one that matters. Are you pleased with their accommodations?" Of course I am, girl – if I wa...s not, they would not be here and something else would be in their place." Minerva looked at Wendy, judging her."You pass nicely, girl. I gather that Antoinette has chosen your outfit for the evening?" Yes, Madame, I'm to be dressed as a French maid - a somewhat less revealing outfit than that costume generally involves – but I'm told I look lovely. This night was a rare night that both our jobs did not keep us apart and we were allowed to spend a long night together. She played the part of a perfect wife, strolling around my apartment in one of the dresses I had bought for her. She would twirl round that the skirt flared up and gave me a glimpse of her thongs. It was enough to cause me to sweep her up into my arms to rush her back ino the bedroom for another lengthy fuck. There was never any resistance. Chelsea was the perfect wife. We. ”Muir smiled openly. “Can you tell me how much, Sir?”“The wardroom will share in £11,800,” Thomas answered.Muir whistled. “That’s a small fortune, Sir. It has been a rewarding and educating experience to serve under your command.”Thomas smiled. “Well, Dido is yours now, Captain. Again, my felicitations. Perhaps we can have one more dinner? I should hate to leave my former officers without a proper farewell.”Muir smiled. “We’ll not be finished with repairs for another week or two, Sir. There. Neither could trust the other, even if their very lives depended on it.Evelyn was pacing, what in the hell was Roger thinking? To let them and almost all the other units out there know he was coming? Roger was far more brilliant than that. No, there had to be another explanation, though for the life of her she couldn’t figure it out.Evelyn had just walked outside, when a moment later her “special” phone went off. Growling she motioned to the others to stay away then answered it.“What took you.