Angel sighed and released Zak. The rest of the baby slid effortlessly from her. Zak lifted Jazriel to study him. The infant studied him back, and then...without preamble laughed. Zak didn’t know why, but he broke down. He cradled the most beautiful living thing he’d ever seen and sobbed like a baby himself. Light blinded them. Devon reached out and took his son from Zak, light emanating from him also. Zak wiped the tears and snot from his face and blinked into the blinding light. The room was. He needs to be the one to decide that he is past the event and back in control of himself."I know you care and I think I vaguely understand how your people's culture works, but among the Gnathar you are a woman. Please try to remember that when you get into the Empire. Gnathar men dominate and to allow you to meddle in something that is strictly the domain of the male would be detrimental to Jonar, and that I cannot allow," the great Gnath told her warningly. Then something that sounded. "Mr. Campbell, could you order for me? I don't know much about Italian food except spaghetti and ravioli and that's mostly Chef Boyardee canned stuff!" she said blushing."Okay, but only if you call me Peter," he said. This made her blush even more.He ordered two servings of chicken marsala over angel hair pasta with a couple of glasses of the house Chardonnay. As they waited for their meals Peter thought about what Miss Duncan had told him. He decided to see just where she stood. "Crystal, I am. I was continuously looking at her milky boobs which were half visible. I could see her black laced bra. All of a sudden she asked me do you want something and in order to avoid her I said I need water. She stood up and went to kitchen and brought one glass of water. I had it. Then she said so is your thirst over and I said no it’s still not over. She said so what you want now. I said you. She stood there and I took her hand in mine. Still no reaction! I stood up and went closer to her. She had.