Not much planning. Not artful, but intense,’ he said. ‘Who are you, the sex critic for the Inquirer? Sometimes you just have to go with your passi...n, let your instinct take over. Don’t you ever do anything without planning?’ ‘Not if I can help it.’ I thought for a moment of how best to explain it. ‘You consider yourself an amusing guy, don’t you?’ ‘Well, yeah. I guess.’ ‘Stop with the false modesty. You’re very funny. When you come up with one of those great quips, do you analyze the preceding. . well, at times things would get sticky or troublesome on some particular job and I'd find myself thinking about it while off work. Usually I'd give in and let it be in my mind for a bit, knowing that if I didn't it would bother me all night, or all weekend as the case may have been.One thing that Nicky couldn't say about me was that I put work before her and the kids. That was what had been bothering me so much about all of this. I still couldn't see why she had ended up doing what she had. It was a strong scent that reminded him of running through the orchards as a child. One brush of a hand against the citrus trees and their scent was put forth into the air, and into his nostrils, filling him with the rich yet acidic scent. Underneath him, she squirmed impatiently, wanting more of this game. He happily obliged and squeezed the next piece of fruit right over her belly, the juice pooling in her navel and then spilling out, one stream rushing fast down the curve of her stomach and. He couldn’t have anyone being halfway about this, as anything less than full commitment to the mission was liable to get people killed.Once he was alone on the bridge, Alex walked back over to the captain’s chair. He pressed a few buttons, activating the recording device he used for his logs.“Captain’s Log of the Perseus, Captain Alexander Tomisic speaking. So much has changed in these last few days, since waking up out of cryo sleep. Things have transpired in ways I have not even imagined, and.