Why are you wearing my uniform" I asked her feebly, ashamed at the fact that I could think of nothing else to say as I watched her walk towards me."Sh...t up"! was her curt response, and as she seemed to hold all the aces I decided to comply for now.She felt inside of my jacket pocket and took out my wallet and opened it. She looked at my passcard, the one I have to show to enter the building where I worked, and laughed, although her laughter was in no sense realted to anything I knew as. "What you're saying, Jill, is I'm a man of mystery? Glamorous, exciting, jetting all over the world?" She smiled warmly and nodded. "You know me now. What do you think?" That's not fair! I'm the girl who loves you. I think you are the nicest person I've ever met. But I'm prejudiced. Seriously, Bob, what do you think about you?" Jill, as you told the story — or more accurately, told about the stories — all I could think of was how I would love to hear them and be that man. I would love to be. Now, those passengers were being helped by the crew of the Hegemony, as best as they could be. An ensign who looked green to her cheeks was overseeing the passing out of ration kits and corpse starch, while grim faced voidsmen and pressed men alike tossed down bundled ropes and tied them off onto the catwalk. A vast prison break was coming – and Vynn walked up to stand beside Mary Belisarius. She had served with midshipmen, but knew that rebuking the young Navigator for tears would not do.. I got drunk at least. One of my friends’ wife was a nurse. She knew I’d been an art major in college before joining the police department. She hung out with me, mostly for pity, at least that was what I thought. The day after our latest outing I was lounging on the couch watching a Cubs game. Not that I’m a Cubs fan, they just happened to be on TV. I was toying with the idea of hoping in the shower, but I had another couple of hours before I had to get ready for the afternoon shift. I started.