Me: I was unhappy because I want more from you.She looked at me angrily and told me this is wrong. I can’t and don’t want this anymore. I need you...to understand how I love you like my son.I made her understand my feelings for her. She then asked me why are you doing this?I replied saying I love you and want you and you are my only life now.Bethesda: You want more?Me: I don’t want more. I want you. That’s all. Just feel my love for you.Bethesda: OK. This is going out of hands. I get you now. I. The Captain’s free hand fell hard on her left buttock, leaving its pinkened impression on her skin. ‘You will be feeling my strap there if you don’t settle down, lady,’ he growled, losing his patience with his unco-operative bedfellow. Kitty accepted defeat and ceased her bucking protestations. The Captain muttered, ‘Good girl’ and reached for something from his bedside. Oil of some kind. ‘Now this is best Greek olive oil, Kitty, it will ease my passage in your, er, passage. Keep your muscles. Perhaps we will find friends still living there. I don’t know. I do know that I need to recover the drone that I stored there almost four years ago. Once we have it, we’ll return to the south. Then we will see how you fare.”Sygor took the news with a shrug of his shoulders. With nothing to say to us on the topic, we dismissed him. Once gone, others spoke up.“He isn’t well,” Ruba stated with concern in her voice, pointing out the obvious. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but I can tell you. Everyone yawned, nobody got a word out. Then the bus came, or better said the van. It was a minibus, just suitable for the 18 people we were. A couple of the guys sprinted to be in the back row. I let them run confidently, I wanted to sit in the middle anyway, so I could see the road well. I finally found my place in one of the front rows, with Antonia and another girl sitting in front of me. It was far too early, so I tried to sleep as best I could, but it worked for a maximum of one or two.