Oh, and Princess Anne was getting married in the autumn. I followed it all in the papers and on TV, trying to distract myself from my own misery with ...hat of the world around me. I tried to catch up on life, on politics, on my few friends, but mostly they just depressed me further.There were myriad radical groups, communists, anarchists, feminists, some content to demonstrate, others taking it further, even blowing up public buildings with home-made bombs, like the Angry Brigade, most of whom. Finally Claire was left to work alone. It was simple enough. The software returned an image and Claire described it. 'Amateur photograph,' wrote Claire. 'Blonde girl topless at party.' 'Professional photograph. Brunette masturbates.' She looked at the suggested identity matches and confirmed that yes, the blonde was 17 year old schoolgirl Ellie Ryan, and yes, the brunette was porn star Brea Lynn.She’d only done a couple when Michael called her into his office. ‘What is this?’ he asked, showing. Apparently, spaceship designers are hazardous to the smooth running of the ship." I don't know about that. You always seem to get my motor running smoothly," she said."Ooh, spare me the corny lines," Ferro said as he searched for something blunt to throw at her.She was out the door and gone before he found his shoe. Ferro set his chrono alarm and rolled back over to sleep. He had learned to take advantage of any downtime that came his way.Dressed and standing outside of the airlock a few hours. "We silently watched the Silktail until it flew off, and only then did Jake continue."I won't get into a pissing match over which one of us loves her more. She needs to be loved, and we love her." And, Lord knows, she loves us back, doesn't she."Jake nodded. "Has Gary noticed? Is he going to be ticked off at me?" He knows, and he doesn't seem upset. She loves him too, you know." Yeah, well, she told me that it was 'complicated' with Gary. I don't think she's in love with him." Maybe not, but.