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Over the next four days, Sassi settled into her groove with the crew and with the captain. The schedule made it easy for her to please these men. All it took was a few made-to-order cookies; even the captain was a fan of her baking now.
He had less to say about her apparel too, given that her new uniform fit her. Having been given free rein to order what she wanted, her selection of Swain branded gear was more wide-ranging than the rest of the crew’s. Sassi had polo shirts, tank tops, plain scoop neck tee-shirts, and lower cut V-necks too. She had pants and shorts, and even a couple of tennis skirts.
The crew had complained about her extensive choice in a good-hearted way. Swain had commented that that’s what he got for handing a woman his credit card and telling her to shop.
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