Who knew? I think this may be a good learning experience. We cannot trust what we cannot verify. I understand that the Americans steadfastly deny spyi...g on everyone's messages. We can now say that such trust is misplaced. We will act accordingly. As for the suggestion, yes, we do have our own technology. I'll forward our request to the Captain of our support vessel, that his researchers apply themselves to the matter of more secure communications for field use. Perhaps it will prove to be as. "What are you looking at, honey?" Mark asked. She looked up sheepishly and saw the big grin on his face. "She's pretty, isn't she?" he taunted. Kerrie kept silent. Mark's head was no doubt filled with a fantasy of the two of them in bed, kissing and touching, entertaining him the way he liked to be entertained these days. Let him believe what he wanted to, she was only turned on by the tattoo. All her life, she'd had a fascination with them but Mark didn't know how deep it ran. Neither did she. “I know that this is all deeply shocking but I have been awaiting your return for a very long time to return the Dhanush to you – its rightful and only owner – for you see Karamat – the bigger part of your soul has been living within that object for centuries. It too was awaiting the vessel to which it could return. I must say that the intervening years have been good to you. You are much more handsome now than in your previous incarnation” he smiled – for the first time one of genuine caring. He was just not the type, even if she had to suppose that all spurned women likely felt that way beforehand. But he still spent all of his free time at nights and on weekends with her. Whenever they did things with their many friends, they did them together, and there was just very little, if any unaccounted time or events in his life of which she was unaware. And he continued to dote on her almost all of the time, even if his heart didn’t seem quite as into it as it once had. Maybe.