”“So I am, and if I’d gone for a Butler Station, there’d be northern papers calling me a dictator.”Butler was beginning to think that the su...mers weren’t the only reason for preferring a political career in Massachusetts to one in Alabama. Green was fine on the business side, but too direct to be useful in politics. Directness was subtly different from honesty. Green was scheming to make more than the 10% of the profits he had agreed to. Butler was content as long as his profits were. There's nothing new or novel about it and it's almost become a rite of passage – if you haven't had at least one drunken spring break fuck you're missing out. But this was so much more than a drunken hook up. Sandy introduced me to passion like I've never known before ... or since.I didn't think it would be exciting. I was 19 and home from my freshman year of college. My parents had decided that this year we'd visit a new beach in South Carolina – semi-private and only a few minutes' drive from. "Why not? It's not illegal." No," she admitted. "Just a damned waste of time and money."Transit Corridors, with their ability to open portals between Earth and any of a thousand known worlds in the Galaxy, had made spaceship travel obsolete - after all, why spend decades, even centuries travelling on expensive, dangerous spaceships, when one can step through a doorway, and instantly be on another planet, light-years away? Industry, exploration, the sciences, commerce - all had made quantum. I also opened the doors and windows to air the room out. When she returned, she told me that her mother had asked how things went, and she simply replied that everything was going very well.“Of course Mum knew what had probably happened all night, but I didn’t need to tell her any more. I told her that I would be going back and studying there, but I would be home for dinner.”“So they are cool with things, with us?” I asked.“Of course they are, that’s why she pushed me to confront you.”We headed.