“... re-emerged from his room without any clothes on - as his door automatically locked behind him, ...desperately looking for a towel to wrap around his waist...”
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How the heck did the Admiral get into one of my reoccurring nightmares!!!???
“...while attending a conference with defense contractors.”
“Hello? Admiral? I’m glad you enjoyed the open bar at our suite - but does this mean that we won’t get the contract as you had discussed?”