He smiled. “Yeah, she was.” He never saw my fist coming. He was way taller than me, but I got his jaw pretty hard. He stumbled back, a flare of ra...e and amusement flickering in his eyes before a calm, calculated look settled on his face again. “Fuck you, you self-righteous bitch,” he said coolly, his hand massaging his face. “You get to fuck Pomelo but you expect Ina to be celibate?” “Fuck you, too, you fucking snake. I didn’t sleep with that blonde bitch. You knew how I still felt about. I didn’t know why Clint wanted Pam and me out of the house, but this was an amazing way to spend my Saturday.Clinton “Clint” Elliston III strolled down the sidewalk in my neighborhood. I had two of my youngest children cradled in my arms. In my left, I held Zane, my two-month-old son from my older sister Zoey. In the other I held Daisy, the daughter Stefani gave me. The two had conceived on probably the same day. Stefani’s mother had my child around the same time, but Mrs. Armstrong didn’t live. The transmitters of a starship are powerful but theydo have finite limits. To facilitate communication over the entireAlpha quadrant, Starfleet has established a grid of retransmissionstations, called "comm buoys", throughout the quadrant.All Starfleet network transmissions are digital and encrypted. Voice,video and text messages are first routed through the universaltranslator and converted to English, the primary language toStarfleet, then digitized and encrypted before transmission. . Of course, I said yes.After the performance, we went to a local pizza place where we met some of Scott's friends. Later, we all left and went to somebody's apartment where beer and marijuana appeared. I was more afraid of the marijuana than, so I sipped on a beer.It wasn't long before Scott leaned over, lifted my chin and kissed me. I was in heaven! His lips and mine felt like they were the matched pair. My eyes closed and I floated into him and his strong arms, as they wrapped around me.