”“I’ll be fine,” Craig insisted as he sat down on the couch and picked up the remote.It didn’t take him long to realize that with six hundre...d channels, it would take forever for him to find something that actually interested him. There was a TV Guide on the coffee table and he picked it up to narrow it down. On the front was an address label and the name wasn’t Kay’s. It said Estelle Jones.“How about that,” Craig mused, thinking his now long ago assumption about the two of them had been right. His light blue Tee looked like it was painted on his chest and arms. That long platinum hair, his fuck-you to the straight world. Tight jeans that showcased a Bear-sized bulge. Not that that would do Jessie and me any good. Plus, I am married.I had booked them two rooms at the Taj. I didn’t know how long we’d be in Wooster intimidating Massimino and there was no sense in taking a late-night flight back to KC.Plus, expense account.Hertz had exchanged a five-passenger Chrysler 300 for my credit. ’ She said: ‘Thank you. I needed to hear that.’ I said: ‘I think you are beautiful – period.’ She smiled. I thought: ‘Beautiful dimples.’ We went back to talking about the project. On her way back to her office she said: ‘I’m really looking forward to five o-clock.’ This surprised me. I said: ‘Quitting time? I thought you really liked it here?’ She said: ‘Oh I do but I’m really looking forward to sitting naked with you guys after hours.’ I smiled. Ann arrived at about four thirty. We met with. "Tell me, who are you andwho are the Bem'Zaali?" The Bem'Zaali are an alien race that lives for conquest!" the voicesaid. "I am a scout ship built by the race known as the Vizier, and ourmission is to find suitable planets on which my makers can settle andcolonize. Shaa'Dukl was the name of my pilot, and it is her body that younow possess, Francis Parr."'I wonder what I look like?' Luckyman thought.Suddenly the image of a woman appeared before him. Getting off the table,he stared at the woman.