Instead she just sat on the sofa with her head back and concentrated her mind on the memory of her kiss with Brad. Oh, God! I love him so! she admitte... to herself. What a stinking shame that I have all the curves of a straight stick. The events of the afternoon and the cheering of her colleagues had simply not registered.Then she heard the door buzzer. People in the apartment complex were always locking themselves out. Over the months they had learned who was usually at home, and that meant. Know what you write and all that shit. Especially when its creating an immersed world, a world exclusive in itself. I thought I needed to know everything about that world to make it real, visceral to those who read it. Bringing them into that place I knew well. I kept that belief through my second novel before I realized I had the imagination to live other lives. And actually safely tell those lives, because No Contest, and my second, which is called moms, lower case, was actually a little too. Monday brought with it the start of a work week. Knowing that Stephanieis in sales, or account management really, for a software company, Iprepared myself for taking on the task. Fortunately, given that Scottwas in product management for another technology company, it wasn't acomplete leap, and Stephanie's habits were quickly kicking into gear.Waking up early, I dragged myself out of bed in the dark and wanderedinto the bathroom. Any hope I had of waking up as Scott again 'verifying that. I began using my suit gravs in small thrusts.I used them like I was making constant jumps, "Tango six this is Tango seven."The regiment commander growled, "I am busy sergeant major."I smiled, "I am afraid this can not wait. I was knocked out of the shuttle after it was hit by a fighter. Do not bother sending anyone to retrieve me."There was a long pause, "I am sorry sergeant major."I grinned, "I have the republic carrier close and I am using my suit gravs to head towards it. My intent is to.