Looking down at him, she bit the corner of her lip nervously. What if she had gotten him wrong? What if her attempts to seduce him had been misguided?...If she got this wrong, she could very well be fired and even worse, Mr. Thornbeck could make it to where she would never get another job in the realty field again - at least not there in Colorado.Ashley smelled his expensive perfume and felt his hot body. She felt his fingers caressing her hot skin, sliding up to the breasts. She felt aroused and. It looked like ithad simply crashed ten miles from the portal."Ma'am, we have Transport tracks here. They're faint, but stillrecognizable." "Holy Shit!" Jepson, what is it?" demanded Lydia."A Log recorder from Midnight Run Ma'am. They refueled from this ship."+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++"Midnight Run, Mission Log twenty four. We've been following the Ghostship. We lost our Long Range Antenna array when Beacon Seven misfired andhit them. We were nearly out of fuel when. He grabbed my chin and pulled it back so that my eyes locked on his. "You are mine tonight," he said, and then kissed me. No, he didn't kiss me; he took possession of my mouth. He released my hands, but by then I had grabbed one of my wrists with a hand, and I left them behind my back. He swooped me up in his arms and carried me the short way to the bed. He laid me down and I stayed where he left me, as he walked to his closet.He returned a moment later with a handful of ties. He dropped them. The headline read, "Wanted In Disappearance Of College Student And Local Artist." Below it was a photo of the outside of my dorm building. On the stairs was a large, good-looking Native American man as he was headed out of the building and out into the crowd. Next to it was a picture of me, or rather Mike Vello. "Oh God, Gary!" was all I could say. I was about as frightened by the sight of this as I had been all weekend. We showed the headline Kit and all he could say was, "Shit!" Read it,".