She struggled to suppress the mixture of disappointment and sadness that he wasn't with her to 'face the music'."Come in," T'Pol called without turnin... around after the door chime rang. Her acute sense of smell picked up the scent of her desired mate – Commander Tucker."Well, it looks like you're taking enough clothes to last a year," he small-talked – a telltale sign of insecurity."You wanted something?" she asked. To any outsider this would have sounded utterly rude and dismissive, but for. I need to cuff you to it." The cellar handle was a round, thick ring that served as a handle for a small door that led to a cellar underneath the house. The previous owner used it to store some expensive wine. When we moved in, I had it filled with concrete to provide more support to the foundation. I never had the handle removed because it was never in the way and doing so would probably have destroyed the original wood.Dorthea seem to ponder the situation she found herself in. I knew she. It has been another very long day at the Senate building of the fledgling New Republic. Ever since the alliance managed to take Coruscant, more and more systems were sending their representatives to discuss the possibility of joining their new government instead of remaining with the increasingly weakened and fractured Imperial Remnant. Which was exactly what they had wanted but the countless diplomatic meetings of the past several months were starting to drain her more and more.Yet she didn't. And it was like a dream because he hadn’t realised that he was unbuttoned, that in her overwhelming passion she had stripped him to his knees – in the privacy of the cave. Then afterwards she whispered… ‘That was wonderful baby, but you do taste of coal!’ It took him a while to come out of the wonderful trance he’d been in – her words ringing softly in his ears. He said that was one of the things about having worked down the mines, you shower everyday but it takes a lifetime to be rid of the.