They were on their knees looking at them with their weapons still prodding. Valerie reached for her death ray but Atlanta stayed her hand."If they wan...ed to kill us, they would have done so when we were sleeping," she explained. "I don't think they want to do us harm."Without a word, they crawled out of their shelter. The women looked at each other when they saw how tall Atlanta stood. Most of them were like Valerie. Short, trim, and pretty."Hello," Atlanta wondered if they spoke their. Not a pervy smile, but a kind one. She smiled back, knowingly, almost as if she saw his sophomoric ogling as something to appreciate. His stomach turned a bit, and his thighs began to tingle. Could this be the very moment he’d been imagining--praying for--all this time? He looked down momentarily, then back up at her. In his mind, if she was still looking at him, it was an implied invite. But, to his dismay, in that second of diverted eyes she’d turned and headed toward the door. So, I’ll. Again.It has been a few weeks since I last heard his voice and my heart aches to hear it again right now. I feel a deep sadness and it has fully taken hold of me today. I feel almost desperate to hear his laughter and be the one to bring him joy. I want to hear all about his day and have long conversations on subjects we have discussed a million times before. I want to talk about the impossible dream of a life we could have together. I want to hear him say that he loves me just as much as I. Anya stepped forward."Mama, Papa, Hector Finch. Hex. My fiancé."Her mother wrapped her in her arms. "Darling, rebenok. Eto syurpriz."Her father stepped towards me and took the hand I extended. "A surprise, indeed." His grip was firm, but uncompetitive. "Mister Finch. Or should that be Captain? Or Governor?" Any would do," I smiled, "but, if you will, I'd prefer 'Hex'."He inclined his head. "Hex, then. I'm Ivan Ivanovich. My wife..." he turned to her and raised his voice, "Lyubimyy..."She.