She kicked up her foot again and I caught it again.“You know, if we’re just gonna keep repeating this dance every time you don’t like an order, ...e’re gonna get nowhere. I kept you here because I wanted to discuss things in private.” I said.Her demeanor changed.“You did?” She asked.“Yeah, oh and the thing I’m gonna have you do, those orders without question, do you remember those?” I asked.“Yes.” She hissed.“Take off your socks and grab some lotion. I want to rub your feet.” I said.Her face. " You're the best, Kelley. Victor's going to be working for Luke on Saturdays, and I know he'd prefer to come here than have to walk to and from the dorm." I only want what's best for you, sweetheart. Maybe he can help out with the cleaning." That's a good idea. Debra was just asking how I'm going to manage everything." Have you talked to Marcie yet?" Of course not, I called you first." I'll let you go so you can talk to her," Kelley said, making me wonder what had gotten into her as we hung. He had kept abreast of most developments by breaking the trip up into sections. Every few days they would switch the Star Drive off, get updated with everything happening and then resume the journey.The only report that caused him any concern was regarding some partly destroyed papers discovered among the rubble of the Achean shipyards. For almost a year, every ship built had not been equipped with telepathic interfaces to the main computer. The Sicceian military had finally discovered the. .. that's not hers, that's mine. Fuck knows why this shit turns me on so much, but it does. Guess its a coping mechanism? The mind's gotta do some crazy shit to deal with crazy shit, right? Feels to me like that's how things usually go. Or, hell, I don't know. Maybe that's just me. Maybe I'm the same kind of psycho sicko myself, like all those ones I see in my visions. One day I'll snap, go on a little spree of my own ... naw, that thought's just too morbid.By the time I'm paying attention.