"Thank God, I didn't assassinate the President of the United States!" Hesounded perfectly normal and immensely relieved."What?" I asked. Timothy's hea... jerked toward me as though he had beencompletely oblivious to my presence or to the fact that the light in hisroom was on."I had a nightmare," he said. I noticed he was out of breath, as thoughhe had been exercising long and hard. He wiped his forehead and rubbedhis fingers together feeling the moisture."Did you say you assassinated the. This loan is iffy. I think your manager will do O.K. with it, but its close. Prudent banking would deny the loan. My associates will understand that. Then I'll get you black balled from modeling and for defamation of character. I'll own you! So Pham, you little asian cunt, get over here, stop talking and start sucking!" I laughed.Pham was stunned. I had it all figured out. She wanted so much to get out of there, but she wanted her manager to get that loan. They needed the money. She sat there. Yet delightful andmemorable, too. There had been many, many changes in my life.For a while I couldn't use the word, but now I could. I remembered themorning after I was raped.In a horrible way, it had liberated me. I woke crying, as I did for manymornings, nightmares taunting me every night. But I knew I was free.That, with the support of my friends, I could move on. I had to turn whathad happened to me into a positive, or it would destroy me.That first day, Claire visited. As she did each day. It had been made to look like an asteroid, like their long abandoned, failed, first attempt to create a base station – the now defunct Phobos Project. Construction had almost been completed when an actual asteroid had struck the project, caving in one entire side of the station and causing the loss of over a hundred lives as its internal atmosphere vented into empty space.'We're on our way to Earth!' Béla thought to Beth, excitedly.She watched the spiraling entrance slowly, slowly open,.