************* Mia walked slowly, the long grass kissing her ankles as she lumbered along. She came to a stop and breathed in deeply before sitting dow... on the grass, crossing her legs as she gazed at her grandfather’s name etched into a gravestone. She set the paper bag down in front of her and looked into it, pulling out a single white rose and tossing it to the head of the grave. She then pulled out a 70cl bottle of Johnny Walker, whiskey had always been his drink of choice. Scrunching the. I don’t want to bother you or anything like that. I just want you to know of my deep admiration for you. Do you have a picture that you could send me? I would treasure it and not share it with anyone.” T: (is flattered again by the message from her ardent suitor, and is surprised by the request of a picture. She thinks it over, and decides to upload a picture of her in shorts and a halter top)”Dear Jacob: I appreciate your sentiments, and have uploaded a picture of me, taken last summer when I. Now I’m all grown up, I am delighted to have an allotment all of my own. It is my retreat you see - a place where I can be alone, and do as I choose, work hard - digging, planting and harvesting, or sometimes just chilling with my book, listening to my music in my potting shed. I even installed a sneaky fridge in my shed – well, you have to have chilled drinks at hand when you work so hard! It was a hot midweek afternoon, a few months back. I’d arrived at the allotment earlier than normal that. "I can write you a check..." he began.The old man shook his head. "Did you ever make a thing, a thing with a purpose? A device designed to seek its own destiny? That box was made with just such an owner as yourself in mind."Aaron started. The old man seemed for a moment to be describing the Seek Missiles that Aaron had been working on for fourteen months now. There weren't that many defense contracts being given out these days; his company had been lucky to get part of the programming contract.