One of the guys in this crowd was Tim, a former professional football player. He was about 6'3", 220 lbs, great looking and very likable. He did bette... than the rest of us when we cruised for women.This particular Saturday morning started just like all of the others. We were playing volleyball and sharing stories. The only difference, we played a bit longer than usual. As I drank my beer I realized I was a little tipsy. The rest of the group noticed also. Tim mentioned I should sit out the next. I had to give the orders, but how could I? It's not everyone who gets to have two great loves in his life, and I had already lost one to the sickness. Could I give the orders that would likely kill the other? I just couldn't see how.Suddenly Grey Eagle was at my side, hand on my shoulder."Do not worry about your woman," he told me solemnly. "I will take care of her."With that, he disappeared down one of the new tunnels.Grey Eagle had been a little rusty in the desert when he first came to the. She stood, tall and proud, as erect as the ancient tree before which she stood. Her arms held out toward the eastern and western horizons, she faced the rising sun, its initial rays of right illuminating the many near-microscopic jewels embedded within her thin tunic. The silver ring through the top of each pointed ear also caught the initial rays of the daylight, casting them back upon me, upon the assembled throng. Her eyes closed, she breathed slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. . Normal as in boring.Dawn Summers waved a piece of paper in her friend Janice's face. It was the permission slip for their school's fieldtrip."BimboTech," she said. "So what is this place anyway?" Some stupid research center or something sciency," Janice replied, "That's why it's a science class field trip." But," she went on. "Look on the bright side. No classes! And you never know maybe they'll let us take part in some cool experiment."Fink was in Observation Room Two.He overlooked the.