There was no one.“What the fuck was that all about?” asked Ron when she returned to his side.“No idea,” she said. “I gotta call in, so just ...it tight.”“Fuck that,” he said, pushing against the wall to get up. “I don’t wanna sit in this piss hole waiting for backup we don’t need anymore. Let’s get out of here.”They walked downstairs, Ron still a bit wobbly. Nikki saw the purse sitting on the floor in the hall and went to grab it. They made their way back to the patrol car just as another cruiser. I was the only member of her original group she had retained, and I found my books on the "Literary Fiction" shelves instead of the "Romance" section. It would be seen as very bad form for the star author of a publishing house to refuse this kind of publicity. I was deeply thinking about this when I read the morning paper the next day, a Saturday. There was a literary supplement, and a two page article about me! It showed a variety of the photographs from the photo shoot and had a very. “Well nobody said we can’t. This is a Fleet installation and in lieu of any higher authority we represent the Fleet and should be authorized.”This storage building held pallets stacked with self erecting tents, emergency food rations, construction tools and several power cubes.The other building was stacked with even more food rations, spare uniforms, water containers and stacks of boxes and crates with other stuffA bright yellow and red painted dura steel locker with ID lock caught my eye.On. Excitement, anticipation, nervousness and even dread welled up in me again almost over powering me. Letting excitement take hold I open the door wider and step aside to let Sir come in before giving him a big hug. Pulling away from Sir I looked at him and asked, ?How was the ride down???Good,? he said as Master walked up behind me to greet Sir.While they exchanged pleasantries, I stood beside both Sir and Master trying to calm down a little. Finally getting my nerves under control, I walked to.