I can't. I can't wait. I have tohave it. I have to. I-The solution crashed into Robert and he smiled tremulously. There was noother choice. None.... Rational thought had fled earlier and left him withan insane, overriding need.Lifting the bag of clothes, Robert brought it to the bed and dumped outthe contents. Nearly transparent panties, pink top, black mini-skirt andpink cashmere sweater all fell to the bed. He licked his lips.Grabbing the thin, lacey panties, Robert stepped into them. . You can complete your degreeanytime, get a career anytime, but it's not the same with children,"grandmother told her."Look, grandma, I'm not going to get knocked up just to make you happy. Ihave my own life," Emily finally said.Grandmother gave her an impatient look. "Fine, fine," she saiddispleased.Emily felt bad for the outburst. She knew grandmother was looking out forher well-being in her own way. It just wasn't the 1950s anymore. Timeswere different now with women having children in their. Now that's power."By now you've heard about this morning's events at the Palm Beach Daily Gazette," she said. "I've been asked questions about it for most of the day, but I didn't want to comment until I had all the facts. I have them now."First, in no way does what happened today have any bearing on me. The newspaper intruded on a private moment between my boyfriend and a dear friend of his — a young girl he has visited in the hospital for the last seven months."So far it was word for word. ”He reached out and pressed his finger into the holographic representation of the terrain ahead of them, a red circle appearing around his digit, the system transmitting his selection to the comms officer. He waited, the bridge silent save for the whirring of the electronics, and then shells began to rain down on the trenches. Cracks of thunder rolled across the dunes as the projectiles impacted, hurling great plumes of sand into the sky, turning the terrain inside-out. Flashes of billowing.