“Well, someone from high school,” I sipped my wine, turning to face him.“Like the view?” he asked.“I love it,” I said, not looking out the...window, looking at him.“You know, now that I think about it, I do remember you better now. I remember seeing you sneak around some.”I looked away, embarrassed, “You do?”“Yep. Shit, I had maybe 10 or so teachers I’d have sex with regularly. Seems like I remember you walking by, or peeping in, one of the classrooms we were in.”“Ten?” I asked. I thought it. And bring usss to the edge of the belt. We ssshall punisssh the Brimoriansss for their treachery!”Kaelotegh looked on eagerly as his battle-ready fleets bore down on the Kintark forces arrayed before Mar’Trinark Shipyard. Huge numbers of Brimorian fighter squadrons swirled around the destroyer screen at the front of his formation, eager to get to grips with the enemy and establish strike craft supremacy. The Enclave cruisers and battleships were in battle-line formations, set up in massed ranks. "Working," came the monotone voice of her computer. "Analysis complete. At present the weapons of this ship could pierce the shields. Though it is estimated that it would take approximately 31 minutes, 33 seconds. This is given that the shield power does not increase or a reprisal upon this vessel." The biggest true smile she'd had in quite some time appeared on her face. Ummmm she thought so the imbecile listened after all. This was going to be interesting very interesting indeed. "Computer. I hope you'll like it.For the past few weeks I'd been checking out dating sites. My profile said a lot about me. I hadn't posted a photo of myself. Hoping that the lady who would show interest would understand why. As the weeks went by I didn't get any response to my profile. That was until a week ago. I'd received a message from a single lady who called herself lover_girl. Like me she didn't have a picture on her profile either. We have been sending messages back and forth to each other for.