.. maybe later today we'll be together on the Pride of the Alliance, toasting to the end of the war."Auctorita silently nodded and wiped a tear from t...e side of one of her eyes, then took off to provide a distraction. Neither one of them tried to say goodbye, because neither one of them was ready for goodbye."Here goes the most stupid stunt in the history of history," Preliator muttered, right before he launched himself into the singularity generator room, fully powered up and ready to fight.He. I flip the switch and go back to weave my fingers through her hair.“Come on!” I say, yanking her to her feet. I hook the crux of my elbow around her throat and force her to walk. As we near, she resists and digs her heels in. “Look!” I say, tightening my hold. “You can walk down the stairs on your own, or I can kick you down them and we’ll just hope you don’t land on your neck.” She stops struggling and carefully puts one shaky foot in front of the other as we descend into the softly lit room.. I'll call her Lisa. my wife had just come home from grocery shopping and I had just arrived from work. my wife had parked in the garage so the grocerys could be unloaded. my wife went into the house to the secong floor to take a shower leaving me and Lisa to unloading the car. we made some small talk on how her day went and mine. once all the gorcerys were in the house we started to put things in there place. I could'nt take my off her, she was wearing these short cut off shorts and the tank. Inside one of those tower blocks, almost at the top, in a small kitchen, we meet our next subject. She’s something of a Scottish stereotype with white than white skin, straight ginger hair, freckles across her face. She’s very slight but not at all fragile looking. Hard Scottish stock. She looks about two good meals from being a decent looking girl. She wears a big sweater, almost disappearing in it. She speaks nervously with a Scottish accent so thick that it almost needs subtitles.“Hello, my.