Hesitating before going in, I had to find my bearings. Persuade myself that I could pull it through. I looked at my tights, two ladders had climbed to my inner thigh. My skirt had oil stains and one of the heels was about to crash. I mean who I was trying to convince?
I pushed on, urged by a will to at least finish the mess I was in. I announced my visit with a cough. The Captain was standing there, a seven feet tall Father Christmas, white beard, moustache and blue gaze.
“You´re the new one?”
“Look dear, have you ever done this before? There's always a first time. I'll help and then we'll celebrate”.
His warm hand took me. I was accepted.