Wednesday

      He leaned back in his chair, looked at his second in command and thought about the electrical shortage. His mind kept jumping back to the fortyish woman at the other desk "A nice looking woman. I wonder how old she is? I really don't know much about her and she would be commander if anything happened to me." His mind flew back to electricity when Margaret Smith looked up from a pile of papers on her desk.

      "What are you staring at?"