It's an ancient language that Abigail is quite familiar with. The four have been off on their own doing the translation work, concentrating mostly wit... the text files.I've done almost none of this work. There was just no time. The political maneuvering I needed to do as I approached my test for CL-28 was immense. My wives and I have had little more than brief sleep periods to be affectionate with each other. None of us wanted to talk much about our work, especially my wives until they have. Pouring her a glass, he passes it to her and drops a kiss on her forehead."I was thinking of going to the pub tonight, with the boys." "Oh. Okay then." She shrugs." "Well, we won't be doing much anyway, so I said yes when they asked me." "No problem. I'll ask Tina to come over."Shit he thinks to himself."She might still be decorating." "And she might like a break." She replies stonily.He puts his arms around her from behind and squeezes her then kisses her neck. Strangely, she moves her head to. Dave was actually relieved that he didn't hit anyone and was not upset at being in the sand trap.Dave handed Roger his wedge and they strode up the fairway together. Roger whispered to Dave, "That was a pretty good shot out of the gallery. Let's get our sand shot close and save par." Dave nodded agreement.Both Bob and Mike were on the green in two so it was still Dave's turn to hit. The ball had buried in the sand and looked like a fried egg with only half the ball above the sand. Dave took his. Lana looked as if she might cry, and Alexis immediately moved herself upwards, stroking Lana's cheek."Lana?" Alexis asked, wrapping her arms around the girl tightly. Lana sighed shakily, and shook her head."I'm sorry," She said, a single tear escaping from her eye, she immediately wiped it off her face, taking a deep breath, "I want to, just go slow please."Alexis nodded her head, understanding immediately. She wiped another tear off of Lana's face, kissing her forehead."Shh, its okay, whatever.