.. nothing.He had slept better than he could have imagined – he had expected nightmares, at the least. I guess all that practice at the archery butt... paid off, he mused as he slowly got dressed. It had been a strange experience, yet somehow so calming, standing next to someone and firing arrow after arrow, not even looking to see where he’d hit, trusting his aim and losing himself in the rhythm. It reminded him of cold mornings as a child when he’d escape outside to practice rather than listen. I recalled that I'd never completed my studies of EM field theory and examined the ship's drive equations. I thought that it was about time.I took the courseware, then started analyzing real-world applications of it. Once I truly understood how our reactionless drive worked I continued my studies to see where the field equations went when I oscillated, exaggerated or zeroed certain variables. I began to see things that just didn't make sense. I decided to try it out in hardware to see what. The theme for this particular row says "Victoriana - Fiction from a golden age."Wandering between the walls of each literary cavern, a singular title catches the eye and you stop and remove the leather-bound book from amongst its companions. You show me the title and I smile. Retiring to the reading room, we sit in a quiet corner and you open the book at the first page as we begin to discover those bawdy tales from Old London Town...*Foreword:Down a sun-kissed valley and up over a green hill. “What do you mean?”“Your pussy tastes of cum, that’s what I mean.”Her eyes moved as she tried to come up with a lie and when she couldn’t, she simply sat up and crossed her arms over her heavy boobs.“I’m sorry, Pete, but yes. I have fucked another man, today, yesterday, the entire month actually, every day after work. I love him and he is a doctor.”“You conniving bitch! Get the fuck out of my house. I will send you the divorce papers.”I turned and as I walked out, I heard her call after me. “I.