She keeps telling me that she’s leaving it in god’s hands. Why doesn’t she understand that my heart is in her hands, for I’m hers for the taki...g, that I’m ripe and ready to be harvested? Why does she play with my heart, doesn’t she understand that even when she’s next to me that’s still too far away? I have to face the reality that she doesn’t want to be MINE, that I’ll never be more then comfort food to her and that you cannot mold someone into what you wish them to be. While I’ll do anything. ”Aron flinched when the light turned red just before them and brought the car to a halt with a tinny sound. He seemed a bit in a daze while listening to Carter babbling.“The doctor said you cannot remember everything. That things are a bit fuzzy for you.”“That guy really likes the word ‘fuzzy’,” he commented wryly.Fuzzy in a sentence. Fuzzy logic. Fuzzy memory. That didn’t make him feel exactly warm and fuzzy. He shook his head like a fly had just gotten in his ear, when Aron began. When she was tussling with his penis, my father suddenly regained consciousness. Seeing Farheen in such a condition he threw her aside. Now Farheen, ashamed and afraid ran out of the room and went to my mother’s room.When Farheen left the room my father regained his senses. He looked around and saw her red-laced panty lying on the bed, which she forgot to take with her in a hurry. Seeing her panty something must have happened inside his mind. He took the panty in his hand, brought it near his. "Ship time is 20:13," answered the AI."Add over three hours," Heather said, "and the kids' internal clocks say it is nearly midnight. Tracy, maybe we ought to round up the children and get them to bed?"All of the adults went upstairs, to see the reconfigured bedrooms, and to see how the children were faring. Tracy was first through the playroom door. She found Stephanie, Michael and Jeremy asleep, cuddled together in a little area that the AI had obviously modified for the purpose. It was soft,.