I owe you my life and I give you whatever you want. I have only one goal left in life.”“Oh do tell me what sort of goal does a man have rising fro... the grave?”“I am going to kill Eric Olafson. Without him I wouldn’t be in this situation.”“Splendid coincidences then, we have similar goals.”--””--MAKING CALLSThe thrill of piloting my own ship was still there but not as intense anymore. There was really nothing to do. The course was across Union Space and the only contacts that occasionally. But in other respects I am not that lucky. Hugging my netsister when she is fifteen hundred miles away is not thesame as hugging her in real life. Talking to her on the netis not the same as just walking to her home and being withher. Rocking a thirty-year-old that needs to be my five-year-old daughter on the net is not the same as she iscrying and fighting sleep in my arms. I need to put her tobed with her stuffed dolls around her so she won?t feelalone and kiss her. I need to read her a Dr.. Im on the pill so dont bother with condoms. Just get on with it., she said angrily. She refused to give him the satisfaction of addressing him with his title. Mr Strachan stood up and walked the few paces to where she was stretched out, leaning on the table. He stood behind her and Abi heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor followed by his boxers. She felt his hand grab her side roughly and then shortly felt a pressure at her wet opening. Mr Strachan did not tease her or stand on. This assumption strained both Donnar's and Sharn's patience with the Gnathar soldiers. The Gnome, never even-tempered to begin with, had nearly lost it the first night of their captivity when the soldiers became quite insulting as they passed a jug of ale around amongst themselves. The Prince, long used to his freedom and being treated with much more respect than they were showing, had to be frequently reminded of what Jonar told them before he left them. All of the companions fervently wished.