" Victoria Frances Bowers." She rolled it round in her tongue like tasting a fine wine. "I rather like that. Mrs Mark Bertram Bowers. I like that too....Golly, I never asked. Where does the Bertram come from?" My father's father." Sir Bertram Bowers Bart. That's a wonderful name." I've always liked it too. There were quite a number of Bertrams over the years actually." Are we going to call our son that?" It'd be rather fun and Dad would be thrilled but would it be fair on the boy in this day and. Ashley sat on the hood of her boyfriend’s convertible Dodge Challenger, twirling her sheen black hair between her fingers. The black muscle car’s engine rumbled vibrating beneath her precarious perch over the left wheel. Only seventeen years old, Ashley had the brightest blue eyes imaginable, a summer tan with perfect bikini lines, and the boldest sense in sexuality. She was undoubtedly the most wanted girl in her school, and she only gave her heart – and her body – to one man. Travis Moore. 18. “These have come a long way, so they are not cheap. I want four hands of soap bars for them.”John looked to Numa. “Do we have that many available for trade, Chief Numa?”“Yes, if he doesn’t mind some of them being for women, with special scent included.”The trader was quick to accept, for the soaps for women traded better than those for men. This trade was completed, allowing him to move on to dispay his other items. One was a lump of greenish rock, that Vickie quickly lifted to handle.“Is this. And as Ashley has pointed out, the Sa’arm don’t employ spies. The only real worry would be to morale, and right now we know how that is for both ships.”Colonel Stiles frowned. “Your crew didn’t seem too bad as they exited the administration building, but I could see that Ipanema’s crew is still in shock.”Captain Prescott nodded. “I’m going to want to talk to you about that Captain Parker. I can already see that my management techniques are not going to fix the morale problems that might be.