..I pick up my phone and tap on his name. I look at his contact photo, a picture of him playfully sticking his tongue out at my camera lens, livelines... bright in his eyes.Those were the days.But, no. I can't call him. I love Theo now. He's absolutely amazing and is so wonderful to me. And yes, I do call him baby, and we do walk around his parents' gallery. I love doing both of those things. I love Theo. I'm his now.But I can't help myself. After hearing those songs, hearing how much regret he. The queen was informed, and she set herself up as matchmaker. The girl, Mary Nav (by this time, the name of Navigator had been shortened), was to be married to me. Actually, that was to keep the queen happy, because the custom of fixed couples had been pretty well destroyed by the way the overseers commandeered any serf for sex if he or she struck their fancy. People still lived together as couples, but that was totally ignored by most people, both overseers and serfs.Anyway, the queen ordered. They found a booth in a quiet corner near the dance floor. When the band started playing, Thomas took Amy to the dance floor. The lights were low and there was a large reflecting ball refracting colorful rays around the almost deserted dance floor."This is so nice," Amy sighed as she held Thomas tight."Yes it has been," Thomas answered as he pulled her tightly to him. He bent his head and kissed her neck."Thomas," Amy breathed and shivered. She could feel him becoming excited. Her own groin. Careening off the pole, Norman’s suddenly worthless SUV plowed a long ugly furrow in the deepening powder.Several thoughts fled across his mind as the car slewed to a stop. He was fine! No pain! No fuzziness! He was fine, just shocked and frustrated. Though the pole snapped, the lines stayed up, so Norman was in no immediate danger of electrocution. The snow, plowed perfectly by Norman’s ruined front bumper, was deep and surrounded his vehicle. He knew driving out was not an option.His engine.