She must have felt the extra weight, I sensed a momentary hesitation, but she had already pulled it too far. She saw the shape of the hairdryer as it...teetered precariously on the edge for a second, unable to make up its mind, before tumbling over, like a graceful diver. A memorable image from a Stanley Kubrick film struck me then, of a space station majestically floating and spinning in the void to the sound of Strauss Blue Danube. It seemed like I had all the time in the world to watch the. He saw the terror in her eyes, and didn't give a fuck. He was in control.Before he could repeat his order he was spun around and his instinctive backhanded punch nearly flattened of one of the Vulcan's earlier companions – Cathryn Tucker. There were a couple of others behind him too, including Cathryn's husband Charles. This was evidently some kind of a rescue party."I don't care that you're Trip's friend," Charles growled in his face, clearly not understanding the mortal danger such an act. ." Anita, marry me." What?" Marry me?" I knew that I was being rash; I was surprising myself because I had resolved that I would never marry again. Now I was fervently hoping that this woman would not reject my proposal.Anita slumped back into her chair, her elbows on the table and her hands in her hair, which covered her face. "Oh, what a mess I'm in."I sat across the table from her, and gently took her hands; she shook her head clearing the hair away from her face. "Darling, I beg you, please. That should be good for a couple of laughs."Sure, why not and hey The Waffle house has a nice fruit bowl," she replied."So how much weight you lost now?" I asked."Thirty five pounds only fifteen more to go," she said. "I won't be as skinny as you, but I could never be that skinny unless I checked into the hotel Dachau for the summer," Osborn said with a laugh.My Phone went off playing some stupid ring tone. I held up my hand to Osborn. She stopped beside me. I listened to Mrs West, who was on.