Cooper started to open his mouth, then stopped, then started again. This was getting ridiculous. You'd even talk shop with your barber, for chrissakes. There was such a thing as comfortable anonymity, but this strained avoidance of anything personal was going to turn into a mood killer all on its own. Besides, he thought, he really did want to get to know Sarah at least a little.<br/><br/>And what were they gonna do, fire him? He chuckled. They had a contract, after all. Even if they did give him the boot, how bad would that be? Hey Coop, he imagined Shaky Joe asking, how was Spain? Oh, kind of a drag, stayed a couple days in a super-fancy suite, had hours of fantastic sex with the girl of my dreams, then got the ax.<br/><br/>He chortled quietly as he lifted Sarah's leg to rest her heel on his shoulder so he could ply her calf with his thumbs. "Heh. I've been in some of the finest engine rooms the U.S. Navy has to offer. They happened to be in some fascinating ports of call. Or so they tell me."