Roberta, Molly and Ed

"Commander ... do you prefer to be called Edward, Ed, Eddy ..." Roberta asked.

"Most people call me Ed, but any of them are okay." Cromartie replied.

"Okay. Ed, on this assignment, I'm your immediate superior. When I'm not with you, Molly acts in my place. So although she's a lieutenant, she still outranks you on this assignment. Got that clear, sailor?"

Cromartie looked at Roberta, then Molly. Their no nonsense expression made Roberta's words very clear. "Clear, Commander," he said.

"Good. Now, we've got two days before you begin touring the news stations and talk shows. We'll begin working on your presentation tomorrow. While on this assignment, which should last until next Saturday, we'll be your constant companions. Since the Navy doesn't want it known that you're gay, and a bottom at that, we're here to take care of you sexually, as well as shepherd you through the interviews. Of course, you can go without our sexual services, but that means another week with only your hand to relieve you. Clear."

He looked at Roberta. "Clear, Commander."

"So we'll look at you adoringly and wistfully when we accompany you to the talk shows, hit some night spots during the week, where we make it clear that we're more than colleagues, and attend some Navy recruiting functions. If you want a white woman, I'm sure the Admiral has some blue-eyed blonde she can assign to you. Might even be a genetic woman. If you got needs ... or wants ... Molly and I can't fulfill, then the Admiral can make arrangements. As long as your sexual orientation doesn't become known. ... Or ours."

Ed pondered what was being told him. A month without sex before he was forced down in China. Two more weeks in confinement. Then the three weeks of debriefing. Nine weeks! The sex he'd just had was the first sex he'd had with another person in nine weeks! And it was good sex. "Just a few questions."

"Go ahead," Roberta said.