No it was someone else...no it wasn't...shit...this is too weird. I wonder if those heart pendants have something to do with these odd feelings I'm h...ving ...no...that's just silly.*They could actually hear the party long before they parked and shut off the engine. *Shit...that music is tooo loud...the cops will show up for sure.* They made their way toward the music and soon encountered some familiar faces."Hey, Shawna...Donny, you made it." "Hi, Tommy." Shawna answered. Tommy smiled at. It was pretty much a trash hauling mission and, for all practical purposes, I was just along for the ride. Union regulations required a qualified pilot be aboard on all missions but the ship was perfectly capable of making the trip without any help from me. Of course, the main computer could fail I guess... but that had never happened in the past 200 years, and the ship was far too complicated for me to operate with out the main computer anyway.I had signed on as a commercial cargo pilot. I had less than a second to decided whether to run or stay with Van Horn. I was afraid that if I ran Van Horn would have no chance so I ducked down behind the car and pulled my thirty-eight. My only hope was to keep Ross away long enough for the state police to show up.I slid over so that I was sitting on the ground with my back against the rear tire. I didn't want to get hit by a shot fired under the car. Ross' first three shots took out the side windows on both sides of the Malibu. From the. As she leads us around the room greeting those she knows and nodding appropriately to acknowledge those business colleagues she sees afar, I realize that several men are admiring Ellen. On occasion, as she has made the introductions I noticed that the men's eyes have never quite made it all the way to look into her softly smiling eyes but have lingered on the swells of her cleavage. As I lead her away I take some satisfaction when as I glance back towards the other men and see their eyes still.