'Wait? Wait? Wait for what?' I couldn't understand.Turning, I looked at Jessica. There was no sign of distress. Nothing was adding up."Don't worry, th...y'll be here soon," Theresa told her daughter."Ok," I said. "Can you tell me what's going on?"That's when I heard Jessica giggle. Oh, she was going to get it for this one.Theresa answered. "We know that it's been just your Mom, Dad, and you on Christmas. We've always gone over to Jeanie's and even though that's just one more than the three of. I know we were, and you were a complete stranger to me in the beginning. But what..." Four months to be exact," Arlene offered.With respect in her voice, Ann asked, "How long have you been doing this? I've realized several times that you were leaving our bed in the middle of the night, but I imagine there are other times that I didn't notice, right?" Yeah, I suppose so. Ship has been teaching me with the simulator for the last several weeks." So every two hours, uh, our time, you've been in the. Gear and all sorts of items are all over the place. Gags, harnesses, whips, floggers, ropes, chains…everything an equipped dungeon should have.I sit up and realize thirsty I am. And just as I am thinking of it, he comes down the stairs. Glass in hand.The bastard is smiling as he hands me the glass of water. I sip at it. Glaring at him.Eye brow arched and arms crossed, “Now, what do you say, Suzy?”“Go fuck yourself.”He chuckles and sits in the chair facing the divan. Crosses his leg and looks at. Comrat had heard stories of the Bassa cloud, stories he had never truly believed until now. As the cloud rushed to meet him, last among the ship's company, he turned in panic to the rail, planning to jump overboard. The information he carried could not be allowed to fall into the Dark One's hands and he had no way of knowing if, once transformed by the cloud, he would be able or indeed willing to withhold the information. But as he grasped the rail he hesitated. Though he was a brave man,.