"Thank you, Laura Whiting, acting Governor of Mars."The screen clicked off and the lights came back on. Everyone continued to stare at the screen for ... moment, all of them somewhat taken aback by the briefness of the message."Well," said Cassidy, "she certainly doesn't mince words, does she?" As a third generation politician, used to being addressed formally, she was actually a bit offended by Whiting's brevity."No," Billings agreed with a sigh, "she certainly doesn't. But let us forgive her. They fascinate men. If I were to describe them, I would say they are disproportionate to my body. I am quite short and slim, yet my boobs look like they belong to a much bigger woman. They are big and round and men adore them. I never have to pay for a drink on a night out, all I do is wear a tight or low cut top, and stand at the bar and all of my drinks will be bought for me. I suppose there are people who would say I was a slut, though I would deny this. I have had quite a few sexual. If you want me to go to counseling, I will. I know I hurt you badly, tried to manipulate you with no respect as to who you were in my life, and the night you were in jail is a serious black mark on my decision making. But I love you. Give me another chance to prove it."I thought for a moment tapping my fingers on my desk, "I don't know Sally. Too much crap has gone under the bridge to just kiss and make up. You'll have to come up with some beaut of a way to convince me to drop the divorce. For now she was on a mission and there was nothing that could stop her.The doors to the ship opened, the jungle before them was vast. Thick vines fell towards the ground, the air was stale, but breathable. Their emotions and expectations were running high.Ericha slowly walked out of the folded out ramp. The atmosphere seemed to choke her as she took every step. She stopped in her tracks, as she was watching the thick jungle she noticed the jungle was silent. She expected the wildlife on this.