"Tristan paused for breath. "I will control the ship remotely and fire up the Star Drive with the system set to shutdown in the middle of the Sicceian...fleet. I can make small adjustments to the ship's position then detonate the explosives in the centre of the closely packed Sicceian ships." A hand rose at the back of the room. "Yes?" I was told you have to be fairly close to access the Sicceian computers."Tristan smiled. "You're correct. But the Sicceians are complacent, they don't send out. ‘Some food, wine and a surprise. I didn’t want to go out in public so I thought we could have some nice sandwiches in our room.’I agreed with Dalia.We checked into our room at the hotel desk and walked up the stairs to our room. Dalia opened the door and I let her enter the room the room first. It was a lovely room, a very nice bed and bath.We unpacked our bags and Dalia placed the sandwiches together with the wine on the table. She suggested we take a nice warm bath first. In the bathroom I. I don't really care about the prom, but I want it to be perfect for her.Guess what I did. I asked Doreen to become my cónyuge. It makes sense, doesn't it? She's going to have my son! Or daughter. I don't even care which. She just keeps saying son. But, honey, there's something that happened when she got pregnant. She stopped being just my best friend's sister or my sister's best friend. I sort of still thought of her as a temporary girlfriend like she was when Betts got married. That was almost. She knew the only reason Brandon put up with it was because she was just too hot to give up on. Her commanding green eyes always kept men mesmerized during any conversation. Her 5'6” frame was very sleek, and the tall heels she often wore gave her the height to stand out while making her legs look great. But what really made men weep were her breasts. In a world where Double Ds are considered big, she hit the genetic jackpot with perfectly shaped F-cups.Tiffany felt the familiar tingle down her.