One of the other hunters, one who'd been silent until then, started asking questions about the arrows."How did you get the shafts to be so smooth and ...traight? Each one is as true as can be." I bent them with fire after first making them supple with water and mud." You made these arrows? All of them?" Yes, just before we left. These are some of my best." I make most of the arrows in our village. I would happily call any one of these arrows better than the finest that I've ever made. Could you. I don’t want to leave my family with a legacy of doubt after I’m gone. I read that book ‘Bridges of Madison County’ and I don’t want my children learning about us. I don’t need trinkets to remember you by anyway. Don’t be sad at my passing. We’ve had a good life together even if we only saw each other every year so. Those times together were beautiful. Please remember me on my birthday and not my death day. Remember that I have loved you since the day we met in Mister Duncan’s band class and I. “Name and designation?”“Captain Ernst Sheridan, Independent mining ship ‘Yankee Fork’. I need the duty flag officer. This is a priority mayday.”I didn’t use my real name or rank. Just knowing this call code and freq was enough for the first level. I knew they would be doing voice and facial recognition next.“Invalid response, Name and designation.” I expected this, it was a standard delay tactic, while the gears turned and they decided I wasn’t spoofing their comm system.“I say again, Captain. Kicking off her shoes she reached for her garter belt to remove her nylons, but Mr. Hobbs stopped her telling her to leave them on.Hobbs sat there behind his desk looking at the body of the beautiful young lady before him, she had one arm across her breasts, and her hand over her cunt. Finally Hobbs was able to speak, "Put your hands at your sides, and stand up straight. Also stop that incessant crying or you can get dressed and get the hell out."Debbie got a hold on her crying and finally.