Dr. Maffioli, the curator of the Museo Nacional exited the driver’s seat. The fourth man also dismounted, his eyes scanning the crowd until they me... Paul’s. Only Kari noticed the locking of their eyes and the realization in the visitors eyes that was followed by a flicker of fear and then the knowing look of a long-lost comrade.“What is it Paul?” Kari asked, gripping his iron strong forearm. “Is he dangerous?” “Yes. He’s very dangerous. But he is a friend we haven’t met. Don’t worry. No. Her hands searched his body, pulling him to her. His hands, one on the small of her back, the other on the base of her neck, he pulled her head back, breaking the kiss...they were both breathless. He looked at her with a desire, searching her eyes to make certain she was ok. What he saw excited him. Her eyes were smoldering with such a passion, he was just looking at her, the reflection of the flames dancing in her eyes. Oh he wanted her, he needed her. He kissed the base of her throat,. Secondly, the girls on the team actually turned out to be... well... rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of course; none of them ever even glanced at him as a romantic interest. But as a conversation partner he liked to think there was a mutual appreciation. Quite often he'd end up at school late into the evening, lounging on the mats after practice with the girls, chatting about their chances of winning the next meet, what to expect on the chem. “At least they are open about it. I was certain even before he mentioned that they weren’t too interested in your kind of convincing, Captain.”“At least there is a way to get back. We stomp that ice when we get there.”To the robed and hooded Farnok, I said.“Once we completed our task here, we will visit and convince you to reverse the gates functions.”Shea made a step forward to be in line with my shoulders and said.“Holy Controller, please share your great wisdom and deep knowledge of all that.