I wondered if his mouth salivated with the same . . . hunger. That woman is wearing the hell out of those jeans, I thought, shaking my head. She...also wore the hell out of those white heels, and that white blouse that frilled at the collar and cuffs and hem. Focused upon my dream girl, I almost didn’t hear Quin’s little quip, ‘So what? Alan can handle an ass like that?’ ‘Asshole,’ Seth coughed into his fist, he had finished his mud—coffee, crushing the styrofoam cup in his palm. They dodged several trees, the sound of their feet slipping through the ground foliage mingled with the call of howler monkeys and the crash of a waterfall some distance away. Jessie wanted to talk, but her mind couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the scent of Jacks warm skin and feel of his callused hand grasping hers. Her clothing stuck to her in a way that made her ache to be naked and she looked up at Jacks rugged face to see if he felt the same. Clear blue eyes met his fiery whiskey. One older gentleman came over and told Martin, "If you letthis wonderful girl get away, you need to have your head examined".Martin indicated that he definitely wouldn't loose Beth.One day Martin found her in a somber mood. After asking what was wrong,Beth replied that she was reading weddings and that the father or malerelative escorted the bride down the aisle. Finally she blurted out thatshe had to talk to her father to see if he would do it.Martin agreed and contacted them to meet him at a. They will not be of any help to you."Madly, Weelock's mind whirled, searching for a way out of this dilemma, only to be stymied at every turn. Like a fool, he had flown his fleet into the middle of a well-laid trap. While he was still seeking a way out, the decision was taken out of his hands. His second in command simply walked up behind him and triggered his blaster into Weelock's skull."I am Marfdan," the blaster-wielder told the image on the screen. "I now command this fleet. As my first.