"C deck Med Lab," Raiden's deep gravely voice commanded, and the doors to the transporter swiftly shut. Waiting for the transporter doors to open to t...e med lab, he recalled the moment Garreth had informed him of Carita's little adventure outside the ship. It felt like the gods themselves had ripped out his guts. For some strange reason, when he realized that Carita could have been injured or - even worse - killed, it seemed his whole world fell out from beneath him. A low growl escaped his. " Whoa!" Olivia gasped, obviously not quite believing what she was hearing."I was quite embarrassed afterwards. I apologised and returned to the party. Three days later, Sandra turned up at my apartment in the city. An hour later, we were in bed together." No way!" Olivia exclaimed."Your mum was incredibly sexy," I recounted. "She possessed a natural eroticism that completely ensnared me." This is MY mum we're talking about?" Oh yes. What started out as a simple fling became something much more. On one hand I’d hoped being this diligent would have uncovered something, even if it was minor. It would have proved my caution warranted. On the other hand, if everything else was this good maybe we were going to be OK. At least we cleared the first item on my checklist, and in the process didn’t add anything else to it.As the men finished, and had wandered elsewhere to play with things when they were done with their own spaces, they wandered back into the wardroom where I had been conversing. The war would carry on. No one would ever pen an aria of anger over Rob’s death or even take note. There would be no valedictory farewell speeches or books written to mark his passing. No one would record the personal tragedy of these two young people. No eloquent tirade would appear in the New York Times. Yet they had this special moment together—and no one could ever take that away. Rob somehow found the energy to move Ronnie’s head. He shifted her face. He leaned forward bending his neck.