" He nodded towards Heather who responded with a simple inclination of her head."By studying several planets that they are currently occupying we've c...me up with an estimate of how quickly the Sa'arm expand after landing and, once total planetary coverage is established how long it takes them to consume the resources available." Lucas paused and took a sip of water, "This is all for planets where there is no active opposition, if the planet is defended then we would have to work out an estimate. You are saying "cheat on your husband, jeopardize your marriage or your career is over." Not at all. What I said is that we promote those who have XYZ's best interests at heart. It isn't as if you won't get anything out of helping us in the matter of Mr. Vickers. There will be a rather substantial bonus and your next performance review will be positively glowing." How glowing?" How about you write it yourself and then Phil will sign it." If I decide to do it how would I handle it?" I would. . ." Jason said. As he spoke, he noticed that his "reflection" did not match his own movements. "I'm sorry about the bump on your head, Jason," the image in the mirror said. "You weren't getting it, so I needed to make a point." "Heather? Heather Campbell? This can't be. I must be dreaming." "No dream, Jason. It's me . . . well, my ghost, at least." Jason jumped back at that. "Um, ghost?" "Well, I am dead, you know." "Of course I know. I'm one of your biggest fans." "That's right," Heather. After he squeaked in joy and hugged it, they, grinning amongstthemselves, had suggested some 'special changes'. Sam was delighted.Taking his sewing kit from his little handbag, he had obediently liftedthe already miniscule skirt up a bit further - especially at the back -so that the girls could see his big, pretty bum better.Sam was so proud of being a cheerleader. He practiced his cheers andsteps whenever he had a moment between cleaning and cooking. The cheers had been made simpler, of.