She couldn’t seem to paint what she wanted; it was like she was under someone else’s control.She couldn’t understand it, but it was a problem fo...r another day, it was time to go.Judith packed up her paints, folded up her easel and headed off home.After dinner Judith tried to return to her studies, but thoughts of Jakob kept intruding. Finally, she closed her book, rubbed her eyes, and tried to rest.Her meditations had been increasingly bringing her into a mystic state, and of late she had been. ”“Sorry.”Over the next half hour, Nancy had me practising carrying my purse. I quickly learned that there was more to it than just grabbing and going. That there seemed to almost be a ritual in opening and retrieving an item, and of course being mindful of the security of the purse at all times. My biggest problem was the way I would put it down. but once she was satisfied with my actions she had me sit down, and we went through the bags.“Those should do nicely,” Nancy said as I held up one of. We did hear that the marines hate the alcohol that comes from the replicators, but had no idea how to deal with that when we were obtaining seeds. We did hear that you can ferment just about any fruit juice if you have the right enzymes. If things work out we'll have the fruit in a couple of years. Meiling thinks the island we live on will have no problem growing pomegranate, apricot and peach. She worries that it won't get cold enough for cherries. Still Katya is already researching what. So this time I tried something different. Ryan said his line and hesitantly moved to give me a hug. Instead of forcing him into my arms, I placed my arms around his neck and drew him down. Tilting my face upward, I stretched up onto my toes and kissed him. The moment our lips touched, it felt right. Even though we had never kissed before, it felt familiar and special. Ryan didn’t kiss back, at first; he hesitated and then sank into my mouth. His lips were soft and warm. An energy flowed between.