Tim found himself becoming lost in her eyes. He was drawn inside. He felt her core as if it were his own. He could feel her spirit. Tim forced from wi...hin her. He saw who she truly was. Ghosted over her external appearance Tim saw the image of her core. Before his eyes she grew wings, beautiful white feathered wings. She was clothed in a full length white dress that covered her entire body except her head and hands. She had on strategically placed armor that appeared as silver silk and merged. "McCock was deep in thought as the party entered "Offspring" for the orbital warehouses. Enroute McCock asked Hugh,"How are we off for UVAs and Keys in the fleet, Hugh?" There is an armed cutter, one of the later models, in each boat bay of the destroyers plus a pinnace; we've crammed the smaller craft into every nook and cranny and we've got eighteen UVAs and twelve Keys in each; I've left the external davits free so as to give some latitude in planning. I've discussed it with Slow, "Vector". One day I woke up and... -I- didn’t love her anymore.”“What?“I shook my head. “I didn’t love her anymore. I mean, I still loved her, and I always will, but I wasn’t ‘in love’ with her anymore. I didn’t have that all-encompassing urge to be with her as much as possible. I didn’t find myself missing her when we were apart. We made love, we fucked each other’s brains out, then we kissed and each went along with the rest of our day without a backwards glance.”“The honeymoon phase was over.”I shook. That’s how I set it up this time, parallel to the floor, and with me lying on top. It’s hard to tie yourself hanging from the underside, otherwise I might have tried that... So, I was lying on my x-frame, on my back. My feet, legs, hips, neck and left arm were all tied to the frame and secured with locks. And I was about to lock my right wrist to the frame, too. I had the key in my right hand, and made sure that I could reach the lock before clicking it closed. It was a bit awkward, but I could.