." I replied. I didn't really know what else to say. "What are you going to do now that you're done?" "Oh I'm not sure, I'll probably go find a police...station and apply, I guess." Meika replied. He was going to be a cop, I found that extremely attractive. "That's hot, not going to lie." I said. "What is?" He blushed a little. "You being a cop. You're going to be in uniform all the time and have a gun and such." I replied. "Oh, that." He blushed some more. I started walking closer to him. We. We grab lunch and drink the beers. I can’t keep my eyes off you. After we eat we decide to explore the park a little bit. We pick a random trail to start off with. We’re talking about whatever, enjoying the scenery. I’m enjoying you. Your hand reaches for mine and I gladly take it. We spend the entire day at the park. I have a great day. My best in a very long time.Too soon, it’s late afternoon. The sun is starting to set, it’s getting a little chillier. It’s getting time to head back. Once. While African-Americans whine, Haitians work. That’s our secret motto. Haitian families pride themselves when their sons and daughters go to college and end up having better lives than their parents. African-Americans don’t seem to want this for their offspring. In most African-American families, it’s mother against father, parent against offspring, family versus family. They seem to be angry all the time and seem determined to tear each other to pieces. Not all of them. But a significant. Much of the galaxy was still unexplored and unknown to us. Though there was a map in the archive, it was dated to millions of years before.”“So, everything about star positioning and what the galaxy was like was rendered useless,” the Fel’caan woman supplied.“Exactly, but we could still use the star charts as reference points. These ships weren’t just designed as colony ships. They also carried all the knowledge we had massed in our time, so the colonists would have access to everything they.