Keiko Yamaguchi, at the age of nineteen, was a superbly beautiful young Japanesewoman, with long hair, flawless skin, a superb figure standing some fi...e feetsix inches tall. She was an honors student in both broadcast journalism andlinguistics, specializing in Arab languages as well as English, which was alreadyflawless. She was destined to go far in either the business world or the broadcastindustry. Today, Keiko was wearing a stunning red skirt suit with black fishnet stockingsand red shoes,. " If I had been in the mood I might have let a smirk cross my lips, but this wasn't the time for that. I was filled with that undeniable authority that came from knowing exactly what I wanted at exactly the time I wanted it. This wasn't some random act of ignorance. Every move has a purpose. Control of myself meant control of everything. Now that sense of control radiated from my essence.The long driveway broke in the night as I weave my way behind the Toyota Camry sitting outside the. It struck a chord that hit way to close to what little he thought was left of his heart."Hey, if I had known it would only take one of these stupid headaches to get you to call me Nick, I would have done it a while ago," he tried to grin but it came out as more of a grimace.She spotted the pills that he had dropped and picked them up, opening the drawer a little farther and looking into a little private piece of the hero that not many people knew. She dropped the pills back into their bottle. He went inside and asked if his order was ready. He then proceeded to the ship yard to check on the repairs to the Aurora. He was led out to where the she was and he glowed with happiness to see her deck smooth and free of holes once again. The charred stumps that had once been masts had been removed and the bases of new ones had been installed. He was taken inside a long building where the new masts were being built. The foreman assured him that the ship would be ready to sail again in a.