.. his goal was to train as a jet pilot and eventually work his way into the astronaut program...Megan swallowed a lump in her throat as she recalled ...ow she and Brad had joked that even though their goals were so different, they were also similar in some ways ... They had worried at times that their career goals would lead them in such opposite directions that they'd never be able to work out how to share their lives together. But they'd both felt so confident that their love was real and when. He hadn’t intended to hit the alien, not at this distance, only to force it into cover. Where there was one Jackal, there would be more.He took the opportunity to examine his surroundings more closely, searching both for more hostiles and for anything that might provide him with better cover. To his dismay, besides for the wrecked cars that clogged the street, there was nothing within reach. The Jackals had prepared their kill zone well, if he tried to run for the cover of the buildings, he’d. When conditions were suitable I took a hand off of the wheel and caressed either the back of her head or the curve of her bare butt. I was glad I had come so often or I might have been tempted to turn down one of the infrequent side roads and stop to lean her across the hood.The image stuck in my mind and I suggested it to her. She shook her head while still attached to me; she was content like this for now though Rosalee told me she thought Anna was interested in the idea."Anna is always. "Something gotta give," he said. Ahead the stop sign at the highway came into view and he slowed the truck and pulled up. Hanson knew there wasn't any future for a black man around Dooberville. He made his mind up right then to leave the county in the next day or so... leave Missouri even. As long as he stayed he knew he'd have to see Billie again, and the longer he messed around with her the more he'd want her. She was far too young to understand how crazy a man could get. Hanson didn't want.