14. Ballerina #12 brings an eyeshadow brush and eyeshadow,filling my lids in pink to match hers. She kisses me on thecheek as she leaves.15. Ballerina...#13 completes my eyes with strokes ofmascara, making my lashes flirty and full. She kisses me onthe cheek as she leaves. 16. Ballerina #14 enters with a curling iron and curls myhair, playfully tugging at the curls until my hairstyleapproximates hers. She kisses me on the cheek as sheleaves.17. Ballerina #15 enters with a pair of pink panties. Going through the motions of smoothing the lotion over my body, I relax for what could be the first time all day since you left this morning. Casting a glance at the clock I see that it’s almost time for you to come home. I feel the tightening deep within me, and my body knows that you will be on your way soon. The wave of longing and need flows through me like a tsunami, washing away everything in its path. Behind it, all that was left was hot lava-like desire. No more texts, the clock says. Perhaps it would be better if he did not return - if he were killed during the fighting. A great sob escaped her sand-caked lips as she silently cursed herself. Perhaps she should be the one to die: her life was about to end anyway. She bit down on the sand harder as her fingers moved faster."Why?"Kristin's shaking breath turned to deep, quick draughts. Small granules of white sand and dust flew into her lungs as she panted into the floor. Her thighs struggled to separate against the binding. I mucked around with the results from yesterdays debugging and simulator runs, making a few decisions on some things that just needed deciding, not fixing, and then spent a couple of hours tying the finished programs into the framework I'd already built for it within the pod's code. So far it was all software level changes, but my idea required two pods, so I broke out the second pod, the one that had been completely modified and tied it into the first, integrating the two systems through a.