(http://www.lifeinitaly.com/files/Armani%2520suit%25201.jpg)<br/><br/>It was late in the evening by the time the Captain came calling on Tegan's door, the Porsche 911 standing in her driveway. Although they had met the day before under the most informal of circumstances he had instinctively felt she was a lady of class and dressed accordingly, and now that he could see her home he was glad he had chosen the Armani suit for this visit. In the hand not pushing the door bell was a bottle of Brut champagne, a wrapped gift package and half a dozen roses. Rather better groomed than on their first and very heated meeting, his well showered body now had a touch of Boss cologne applied at the neck to combat the more natural scent of his skin. Also the hair was groomed to perfection, except that a few gray hairs were still allowed to reveal his present age - the Captain did not believe in presenting himself as an adolescent at his age. The smile on his face was however the same that had greeted Tegan when her sweet young body first approached his bath tub only one day earlier. "Diiiing."