I was a big man even then at six foot - one inch and two hundred pounds, and I had about fifty pounds packed behind Zeke's saddle. It didn't bother me...to walk and it was only fair to Zeke, no matter how big and hard working he was.It took me four days at that pace to reach Atlanta, the first big city I'd ever seen. I was the typical bumpkin, gawking at the sights. Atlanta was like a kicked over anthill because of the war. Soldiers were everywhere, bustling about as the Georgia Capital converted. I fulfilled my typical role as the nice guy who all the girls talked to about their guy troubles.As the conversation started to wind up, Muskan was not as sad as she was mad. I had told her that no way was his infidelity her fault. She was beginning to feel better and more secure about herself again. That’s when the idea hit her.She got real quiet and then asked, “Usman, I think you are a nice guy. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression or get hurt, but, well..”“What is it, Muskan?” I. You haunt me every night." Releasing me we both stand up grabbing tissue I clean myself. He grabs my underwear. "I'll keep these." Placing my pants back on and fixing my hair. He came up behind me nibbling my neck. I lean back enthralled. Feeling his strong muscled body behind me holding me his strength emanates from him. So powerful and so dangerous, "Please do not hurt him.” He laughs. "What can you do? You are mine and you will move in with me." "I can't. I cannot just say honey I am. . catastrophically melt down and turn the entire aft section of the ship into radioactive slag while dosing the crew with enough rads that your cancers will get cancer.”“You idiot!” Nazka exclaimed. He recoiled, afraid that she might claw him. “This is your own damned fault. If you hadn’t blown a big ass hole in the engine room, then this wouldn’t be happening. We’re lucky those reactors didn’t go off like a fucking tac nuke!”“Nuclear reactors can’t explode,” he snapped, “nuclear bombs work.