Having similarly been a loner, Loraine felt the same joy as me in finding her kindred spirit.It wasn’t anything like a romantic infatuation. We were...too much of a kind for that; no it was mutual admiration. We were to become soul mates.Loraine had barley known her parents who were in the diplomatic service.Her childhood was spent at obscure boarding schools.At thirteen she was informed they had died while on active service.Then she was ‘taken on’ by Aunt Gelda who set about completing her. "I'll ride with him," Christine said, taking the stranger's arm. "You're drunk, I shouldn't ride with you." This made sense to her husband because he was drunk, and he didn't want to argue, since he was about to see something awesome. Christine got in the car with the Asian man and said "Lose him." He backed out, made three quick turns and her husband was nowhere in site. "You want me to drive you home now?" the man said politely. "Do you want to drive me home now?" Christine asked. "Maybe. Some of the younger children were held protectively by their mothers, clutching the mothers in turn as they realized that today was a solemn day, an important day. They were too young to understand why, and so were a little unsettled."That mark our place; and in the sky"In ships and orbital facilities in space throughout the Thuleat system, on-duty service personnel were observing the goings-on. They too were wearing their dress uniforms, wedge caps, Sam Browne belt, shiny shoes,. .. amazing.” He turned and hugged her tightly, breathing in her scent. He leaned up and planted a kiss on her soft lips. Suddenly they were making out. They had won, why not celebrate? Patrick worked to pull Donna’s heavy boobs out of her dress.Whatever had just happened, Axcix didn’t like it. Not one bit. She’d felt a surge and then several of her systems cycled through restarts. When everything was up and running, she replayed the events of the last few minutes. Her tough and loyal sentinels.