.."Got one!" Don walked behind him, looking down at the screen. "Cargo ship sending out a distress signal. It has pressure but no gravity, they're ask...ng for an evac." Perfect." Don went back and sat in his chair. "Let's hear the signal." ... day, Mayday! Core breached! This is the cargo ship Hanson! Eight crew still alive! Mayday!" Don signaled to Rich, already donning a communication headset."Hanson, we have heard your Mayday! We're close but cannot dock. Please use your escape craft and we. There. It was a done deal.Her face lit up."Do you mean it?" she asked. "Trust me honey, I wouldn't joke aboutthis!" I replied. "We had lunch today and agreed to concentrate on ourworking relationship. Samantha is too important to me to allow anyone tointerfere with my marriage. I know that may sound cheap to you, but it isthe truth. Anyone that can survive twenty years with me deserves veryspecial treatment."Next thing I knew, Jane's arms were around my neck and she was reallycrying. . In her hands was a first-edition copy of Gone With The Wind she had found a week before while browsing through a sleazy little antique store in downtown Columbia. Granted, the book was not in the best of shape and it did not have its original book jacket, but it was a genuine first edition and she had paid the clueless proprietor of the shop only twelve dollars for it (he himself, she came to learn, had only paid four dollars for it himself, buying it from a collection of books at an estate. “Ugh. What are you doing?” Hiryu demanded finally, furious and uneasy at the sudden personal inspection. He couldn’t help but flinch again as the demon’s tongue flicked across his upper leg.Eigis stood up, a truly mocking smile lighting up his face, while his fingers played at the young man’s hip bones. He leaned way, way too close. His breath smelled heavily of cinnamon, woodbine, and licorice. Not a bad smell, but overwhelming at close quarters.“Tasting you. Why? Does doing this bother you,.