"Yeah, well that's because earlier, I wanted to feel like Aka-ne-wha-de again. You know, sound bad-ass, really unforgiving, regal, that sort of thing.... Plus, I really wanted to make Bobby here know I was serious. The hard-ass guardian spirit that won't take any bullshit is something to be feared and respected, while Eileen is just, well, Eileen." So, how should we address you, great guardian spirit?"She looked spiteful, youthful and bossy all-in-one. Her face was familiar, but this was a whole. His arms were draped hungover the armrests. The others looked disturbed. They had never seen himlooking this way. He asked, "Reichsminister Heydrich, tell me what is up there. What kindof forces do you see there?"Heydrich looked at his monitor. "Mein Fuehrer, the computer counts closeto four hundred thousand objects that just showed up. Over seventypercent of them are tiny objects that are barely enough to hold a person.My guess would be one man fighters. There are thousands of small ships.They. I don’t really know how that feels, but I know I want to spend every minute of every day with you. I don’t know if being in love feels any different than that.”Me: “Oh, Eric, please don’t say that. I’m trying not to fall in love with you too. We just can’t. We’ll both end up unhappy because we can’t be together.”Eric: “I know. If you weren’t so fucking perfect and beautiful and sexy and smart and everything, I could just enjoy you for the sex. It’s really all your fault, little Miss. Permission is granted to Fictionmania to archive this. With this and any of my other works, please write to me for other permissions.---------------------------It is indeed a sad state of affairs to those who have journeyed to this country, when they see the streets, the roads, and bars crowded with young folk of the male sex, who are unable to find an unmarried woman to wed. These men, instead of attempting to better themselves in a righteous fashion for the few young women left unwed in this.