A figure got from the carriage, the thatch of tow coloured, dishevelled hair could only belong to Sir Boris Crossley. I threw open the window and call...d down to him. Boris looked up at me with a great beam on his face.“I hope you have a warm fire in your room, and a warm woman to serve the brandy, Elijah.” He shouted up to me.Five minutes later Boris was sitting opposite me, with a glass of brandy in his hand and his bootless feet toasting in front of the fire.“I suppose two out of three ain’t. "Tim is coming with me to get this demoncleansed from his soul now!" The hell she is Dad, you will let go of my daughter right now," Dadyelled."Don't you call me Dad you son of a bitch, this is between me and Tim,he obviously needs spiritual guidance and I will see that he gets it."Granddad continued to pull me away towards his car. I was terrified andhe was hurting me."Papa, you're hurting me," I cried. "Please let me go." I then sawthat grandma was already on the phone and just hung up. I. It is then I saw this female coming towards this bus. What caught my eyes was her breasts, they were not very big, but her bra might have been smaller than her breasts.When the bus was to start I boarded the bus and went up to my seat to find the same lady sitting on 38 the window seat. She was fair skinned, as man is, looked at her breast one more time before moving up to see her face, which was completely knotted and angry as she had caught me starring. “This is Ladies seat, how can you sit. And back then he didn't have to force himself to go on doing a job he had lost the enthusiasm for.Gone were the days when he would have thought that such behavior, especially if displayed by two senior officers, would lead to general sloppiness, if not even downright anarchy. It was obvious that the crews of Enterprise and Buran had put their 'First Quad' – the human contingent had adopted the Andorian nickname – under some peculiar form of 'puppy protection'. Nobody would even think about.