Roberta, Molly and Ed

You can order anything from room service, but don't go overboard. Anything reasonable above your per diem I'll okay. Admiral Hruskova will be coming by tomorrow, and probably several more times while we're here. So act as if she's here all the time. She picked you for this assignment. I guess you know why. And remember, loose lips sinks ships. Whatever happens at the Madison, stays at the Madison."

"Yes ma'am," he replied. He truly did know why he was picked. Vice-Admiral Hruskova had saved his career a few years earlier when he had been caught in a compromising situation with an officer——a married female flag officer. The Rear Admiral contacted Hruskova, having served under her earlier, knowing Hruskova's contacts and special status within the Navy. Miraculously, the incident never happened. Martinez was transferred to public relations under Hruskova, which meant he was mostly a go-fer and clean-up specialist. Driving drunk officers around, picking up their dates——who usually were not their wives——or husbands—— scoring drugs, removing incriminating evidence of moral turpitude from hotels, motels, officers' quarters, everywhere, anywhere. And other services, especially for Hruskova.

Cromartie's suite was a spacious one-bedroom, with a large living room. The adjoining door opened into the women's living room so that the two rooms could be used together. Wynn showed him inside while Blisson was with Martinez. Cromartie went to his bedroom to place his bags; when he returned, the two women were waiting for him. He looked at them, wondering what was next. What was next shocked him. Both stood up and began taking their clothes off.

"Uh ... uh ... ladies ... I don't think you should be doing this."

The two women ignored him, not stopping until they had shed their outer garments. Cromartie didn't know what to do, so he just stood there. Blisson was wearing a full slip over her bra, panties and stockings, Wynn a half slip and a longline bra.