There were standard shipping containers, palletized goods, and some machinery strapped to the deck by cargo nets. The back area was docking for two st...ndard Consortium gigs, little Class 20 spacecraft. An open sky truck was at the stern end of the cargo bay."Let's go inside a gig," Solace suggested. "We have one rigged out as a lifeboat and personnel shuttle, the other is full of cargo. Not much to see in the cargo gig, just more boxes." Is there something else to do in hyperspace?" I asked.. “No, but I will be the first to admit that I am not perfect,” Wesley said. “If I stay on, then I might be tempted to ask more than you can give tonight. Go open your present Amaya, before I do you a disservice.”With that he hung up. Amaya stood up in frustration but soon winced as her welts flared up. She whipped off the blindfold and put on her glasses. Walking over to her mirror, she turned around and examined herself. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the angry pink lines crossing her ass. She. "Who is it Joel?" Some cop who wants to see my official ID. He won't tell anything, before that."Once I got back, he took a close look at it and it seemed to satisfy him as he gave it back and turned to me."You are married to Ms. Hanna Cooper, is that correct?" We are going through divorce, but I guess that's technically true, as the six month period is not over, yet."What a hell had she done now? Hopefully not anything stupid."And you do have a common daughter, Emily, right?" Yes, she is. She prayed every night for any power there might be in the universe to give her something more. Give her meaning, give her an identity. Her prayers never were answered, so she was forced to try something on her own.One Tuesday evening, she decided to break Chad's precious schedule. She didn't go to school. Chad was completely out of his element. He had no idea what to do. He panicked for a minute or two, but slowly calmed down. He decided he, too, would ditch school and go see what was up with.