"Oh honey, I'm so sorry, I really don't want to hurt you, but Ineed to go on. I love you. No matter what else, I'll never leaveyou. I know that! Y...u know that too, don't you?"I swallowed. I could, just barely. "Yes. I do." I did, butsomehow it didn't help. "I hope I do." Well, remember it. Now a terribly painful question, baby! Please, tell me the truth! This sorrow. This humiliation. Wouldit be a sweet sorrow? An eager humiliation? A satisfying agony? Maybe you'd feel ashamed. ”“I only give them portions of bigger projects that can’t be exploited.”In truth, there are some things Finco could capitalize on since the ships we are putting forth for the government contract are similar. Our V hull gives us a bit more displacement, but our internal design is almost identical. As it stands now, they are ahead of us in the bidding war, but the military isn’t finished with changing their requirements, and in the end, our ship will be a better fit. The only question is, will. What’s beneath it remains a mystery but there always had been an attraction, as if the two were school kids who’d known each other for ages or something, which instantly attracted one another. “Wow…you…look marvelous” he tells her. She looks down, then looks up, smiling and says “Why thank you and you look mighty fine yourself. What is that? A Brooks Brothers?” referring to the suit he has on. She reaches out, her fingers stroll down its lapel, and he says yes. He tells her she has a might fine. Mom was a real estate lady and he probably got it from her. He never got the joke though; all of’em Stryker had ever seen had just the one door in front.Across the street, Methuselah was watering the peonies at the head of his walkway. The old man was watching Stryker from the time the bright green motorcycle gleamed into view. The stream of water missed the plants, puddling the sidewalk. Stryker could tell a saddle tramp from a mile away. Grandad here tweaked his antennae. He gave the old.