You turn to look at the woman and see her long, brown hair as she lays it behind her ear and smile at you."No... I simply wish to lay here a little wh...le longer with you..." you reply as you smile and lean in for a kiss which she meets half way through."Mrs. Tali Seyoum..." you say with a tired smile after you break the short but precious kiss."You can't call me that... not for another few days anyways..." she says with a grin as she smiles and sticks out her hand which has your crest half. If he didn't like what he saw, he wouldn't be grinning. Well maybe he would if he was trying to sell me something.I sit up straight and look at him as he approaches. He isn't bad looking. His hair is a light blond. I prefer dark hair on men, but I can't afford to be choosy. Actually, until he lit up when he looked at me, I'd begun to think that I was too far over the hill.He slows down a bit as he gets closer to me, so I smile. I don't give him my full thousand megawatt smile because I don't. As a by-product, they had also discerned the details of the alien females' pain-suppressing capabilities which, if artificially reproducible, had the potential to revolutionize human medicine. And several of the scientists in other disciplines had also announced important progress, including especially the geologists and climatologists who were re-thinking their long-held view that a world without a moon similar to Earth's would be inherently unstable.The Edenites, at the same time, were. Lady Clinton-Jones lived with a cook and chauffeur-gardener in a tired-looking mansion with a beautiful new luxurious cottage built beside the rose garden. The cottage provided modern facilities for visiting relatives and for her old friends who came from afar to enjoy what Pru called ‘decadence and the sea air.’ Chase had expected Lady Clinton-Jones to be outrageously eccentric, but in fact she was a pretty woman, small in bone and statue, third wife of the late Sir Iain and aged about fifty..