“Come in, come in,” I stammered. “Welcome.” I was actually shaking as here was my dream younger black guy in front of me. I thought for sure...that he would make some excuse and leave — as I am lean and strong but nothing muscular like this and could not hold a candle in looks to this black Adonis. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and. After a couple of false starts (nobody cared all that much about the minor flaws he found in starship safety, and his attempt to expand research on interstellar communication was too long-range to garner the immediate notice he wanted) he settled on Eden."In two hundred years of voyaging among the stars," he intoned to his fellow board members in a publicly holocast session, "we have discovered but a single world on which life comparable to our own proliferates. Not just life, intelligent life.. No amount of bribe would change his mind. Now I knew why he had chosen me. Dr. Miller went on to say that he was very lonely and deeply depressed after his wife's death. He began to dress in his wife' underwear, stockings, and heels and masturbate while looking at some nude photos of his lovely Carol he had scanned on the computer. He imagined fucking her dead body.That helped to release the tension inside him, but one day his daughter Abbie (who had just turned 18) walked in unannounced and. The map had been delivered to him by a subordinate he trusted but now that he was beyond the point of no return he realized he had been duped by a probable loyalist sympathizer who had laughed at the thought of the fatal stranding over a thousand souls in the middle of a swamp. He could see the little weasel right now sitting in a Tory ale house raising his mug to the King and shouting out,"Death to the Rebel bastards!"The circumstances were mind-boggling what with the leaking boats hastily.