We could stop there.” She nodded, looking relieved. Dan grabbed his cell and called the house, letting Kia know he was coming. A minute or two later... he turned off onto her drive. He usually drove at a crawl, to avoid kicking up gravel dust, but a billowing cloud followed him this time. Brooke was beginning to fidget in her seat, and popped open her seat belt the moment the car stopped. He hurried to exit the car, thinking to open the door for her, but she beat him to it. Her urgency prompted a. He could also address the water issue. There were plenty of ice asteroids that could be recovered and be turned into clean drinking water. Many of the farm worlds within the Central Worlds had been ravished by both sides during the war. The enemy had scavenged what food they could to feed their troops and then left the soil unfit for production. This action was taken in an attempt to starve the Central Worlds. Of course, the Central Worlds armies need food as well, and in time of war looting. Sayuna stepped through the double doorway into a foyer that overlooked the main high ceiling lobby. A large staircase could be seen across the lobby, branching off to either side to connect with a first floor landing. The room was circled by balconied corridors on the first floor with both stairs winding back up to second floor landing with more balconied corridors. Hidden lights reflected off the cream ceiling, creating a soft light for the revelers milling below. A number of podiums were. Wow, I am in full anticipation mode. ‘So, slave…mind walking me through the process?’ Nightwing asks, breathily. I swallow a lump in my throat – she only calls me slave when she wants to fuck…or when she’s angry…or when she’s making a (bad) joke…wow, she calls me slave quite a lot. ‘I don’t know if this is appropriate,’ I point out. ‘I mean…this is where you used to live, right?’ ‘I have very few good memories of this place,’ she responds with a sigh. She falls silent for a moment before.