I dozed off, still smiling at the look of horror on the boyfriend’s face when his girlfriend suggested another session; Mel’s editing had captured...it beautifully, and frozen it as the credits started rolling over it. It had been a clever twist of Judy’s; a little humor to finish off the story. Karma. How was he gonna explain to her that he couldn’t get it up until he’d had a little more time to recover from screwing her roomie? He’d been screwed, was he now totally screwed?I thought of. Jackson took a moment to consider his next action.That swing had been truly inept. Jackson was a pasty-faced gamer who spent most of his waking hours on a sofa and even he could swing a sword better than that.Hey wait, what if this was one of those stupid story-building sections? Where the player had to learn the basic moves that would set him on the path to being a hero.He selected Attack again.He lunged forward and drove his stupidly large sword right through the center of Suraimo's chest. Yelling at me was the catalyst that caused my tears start flowing uncontrolled. Trails of moisture run down my cheeks. I need get out, I need to leave. I jump up from the bed clutching the quilt to my chest. I scan around the room looking for my clothes. My inner schoolgirl stands there mocking me with an “I told you so” look on her face. With my back to you I quickly pull my camisole top on and reach for my skirt. “Where are my panties?” I half yell at no one and everyone at the same time. I. It was the vastest expanse a pair of eyes could ever observe, dyed by myriad hues and shades and filled by multicolored heavenly bodies, impossible to comprehend.It was not Ercas Mir, nor the black void of outer space, but the precarious First Valley’s encompassment of Plains.Twelve days before he regained consciousness...“General of the Armies!” General Beking saluted.“Fleet Admiral!” Admiral Hamumni saluted.“Beking, Hamumni, this is Sergeant Heyxin of the Kon Juya Constabulary’s Lunar Second.