It kind of balanced the slash on his right cheek. “Now you most certainly do look like a pirate,” Vicky said. “Yep, it scared away all the girls. Looks like I’m left with just us uniform types, and may I say, that is some uniform you’re wearing.” “Yes, you may,” Vicky said, and did a pirouette, feeling like she was seven or eight again. The white dress fell to the floor, but as she twirled, it swirled out around her legs. The blue dinner jacket with shoulder boards showing the two modest stripes of a Navy full lieutenant was held in place by the same two gold buttons that held the captain’s red dinner jacket, though hers had anchors and his had a globe and anchor. On Vicky, the coat held her endowments in place and presented them quite properly. The strapless bodice made allowances for a neckline that was low by the classical style but positively suffocating by the present fashion of the court.
