<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div><br/>Jaimie Rickshaw<br/>August 4th 1966<br/>On The USS Triton<br/>In the Captain's Quarters<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jaime paid no attention any of the other men, even as they trickled out of the stateroom, her eyes were glued to the commanding presence in front of her.  The commander was a stern man, more so than her father, and it unnerved her.  Jaime was not used to being treated so coldly, in such a hard and unforgiving manner.  His charming smiles did little to dull the edge of his words.<br/><br/>And quite frankly, the pat-downs seemed highly inappropriate.  Her face flushed a deep crimson just at the thought of it.<br/><strong>"I do think I speak for us all when I say we are all very thankful."</strong>She chimed in after Ophelia in a voice that did not sound like her own. Jaime was terrified, and she hoped it did not show.<strong> "But is that really necessary?  I think you would agree that we are no threats to you or your crew.  We will respect your rules, just as you should respect our privacy."</strong>Jaimie felt no need to stress that they were<em>ladies</em>and ladies should never be treated like this.  Instinctively she clutched her bag closer to her body.<br/><br/>Jaimie's eyes widened with terror as Yoko stepped forward, offering herself.  Stunned by surprise Jaimie stood there, watching, her arms crushing the contents of her bag.  A shiver erupted from her body as she involuntarily imagined the captain's hands on her body.  Jaimie felt a fresh blush coming over her and she quickly averted her eyes.