"Oh, my darling!"She fell forward and laid her cheek against his. His arms went round her again and, oblivious of any pain, he held her tightly to him..."And you're mine," she whispered in his ear."At last," he murmured."Sorry, I've been so stupid." You haven't. You've been very sensible. You had more to take into consideration than I did." No, Hank darling, when I realised I loved you there was no reasoning, no consideration just a blinding glimpse of the obvious."He released his hold on her and. For a moment her head fogged up and she fumbled with the padlock, leaving it slightly unlocked.Shaking her head, the researcher went and grabbed the mouse she had been just scanned and then autopsied. After a brief once over, she figured she had checked it enough and hucked it into a trash can. Who needs procedure anyway.The beaker still bubbled, uncleaned, but she was tired after her twenty hour foray into madness. With a sigh, the chemist decided no one would notice if she just stored the. Not about professional players they may have met. Or various stars of stage and screen that also frequent the swathes of lush grass and verdant valley. No, they, (professional golfers and aforementioned), pall into insignificance when your average club buddy is talking about the courses they have played around the world.Such as:St Andrews? Oh Yah, I've played there. Wonderful course and quite difficult you know. Meaning they were totally embarrassed, played like a novice and probably lost a. .. the whole gang’s been wiped out!”The Steel-Wraiths cowered in fear, Pitbull’s psychopathic rages legendary throughout Karron. Realising that his life was hanging by a thread, their tattooed leader dropped to his knees, hands clasped in front of him as he begged, “We’re fucked! All the gangs are! The Bugs cleaned out the Hab-zones near the spaceport, now they’re coming for us! Please, man, I’m beggin’ you. We’ll help you defend your turf!”Pitbull glared at them for a moment, then jutted his.