Then came the moment of absolute horror for the boys as we reached theFloor Show. "These are your costumes boys" I said holding up somecorsets and pa...ties. Sam was holding their stockings and heels and Juliaexplained she would be doing their makeovers with my sister Sharon, Samand me.We girls enjoyed the experience of dressing the first 15 as girls but theboys hated it and found it as humiliating as you would expect a bunch ofrugby playing schoolboys from an all boys school like mine to find. Richie lay on the ground, whimpering as tears trickled from his eyes, his knees drawn up to his chest. His father's torrent of epithets and cursing blurred into a stream of noxious noise. Both cheeks stung from blows, the skin red and swollen in a pattern of his father's fingers and knuckles.He shook his head and sobbed. Why was his father preventing him from saving his mother? Why was he so savage in his attack? He never remembered his father being this way, unless he was simply. " Fedora said.Astonished Iptomas asked, "You can see the future like your grandfather?"Thinking about it for a moment Fedora knelt down and began to trace lines in sand. Kneeling down on the soft sand he tried to get a closer look at what she was doing. When she was finished she pointed at what she had drawn."Each line represents a choice you make. While other things can affect the result many times you will decide which way your path will lead you. I see each choice and the result. Unlike my. “We have been trying to play defense with the Sa’arm, but space is simply too vast to defend every avenue the Sa’arm might use to continue their expansion across this galactic arm. We don’t have even a tiny fraction of the ships we would need to stop that, and if we did most would be sitting around waiting for years for anything to happen. If we’re going to slow down their incursions, it’s a far more efficient use of our resources to ambush them whenever possible in the places we know they.