<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner</strong></div><br/>Kris had gotten along with Hyral more than she thought she would have.  It was true that they saw each other a lot on smoke breaks, but that had been their longest and admittedly flirtatious encounter to date.  But she wasn't like some of the newer officers, and she had grown up with men her whole life; so she knew that just because a man flirted with you, didn't necessarily mean that they wanted you for anything more than a good time.  But she didn't have a problem with that, in fact she was perfectly fine with it.<br/><br/>Thinking back on their earlier conversation it was hard for her to keep a straight face.  His comment about bending her over his knee had almost killed her it made her laugh so hard.  But the image it had created in her mind had made her panties soaking wet.  The rest of the conversation had been a steady and enjoyable form of foreplay that had her fantasizing about pushing him down on her bunk and straddling him.  Her small hands planted on each side of his head while she leaned down and nibbled on his lips.<br/><br/>The image made her shift slightly in her seat and clearing her throat as if to clear away the desire her fantasy evoked.  As she looked around the room she noticed that people had started to assemble at the table, first the Admiral and than some of the others.<br/><br/>"<strong>Welcome Admiral, how are you finding the TDN Agronev so far?</strong>"