After Andrea had settled into place, Markus had demanded that Jeremy playAndrea until she returned. As such, this Andrea was a little calmer andmore s...ubmissive than the original. Jeremy himself was loving it; beingAndrea full-time was a blast; romantic, even.Andrea was wearing a blue bikini that contrasted with her frizzy and wildred hair. Her figure was not exactly Andrea's regular supermodelproportions but a more homely type of girl. He was the Average Andreawith B cup breasts and a flat. "Broncin' Bride"... where did people get such ridiculous titles? And why were readers so fascinated with brides and cowboys? With a grin, she made a mental note to pitch a book called "I'm Gonna Wrangle Me a Bride" one day. Heck, it'd sure fulfill the public's apparent obsession with brides and cowboys!Her eyes were watering and in desperate need of sleep. Ally tossed the book onto the coffee table, snuggled into her robe, and curled up to take a nap. She was in that weird in between state when. "I don't need help. I was just going to take arocket to get there. I'm guessing that's what Amber's going to do, too." Getting there isn't the problem. Getting through security at thespaceport is. You need documentation to match your new identity, Mr.Hillman. That's not something you can pick up at a gift shop."Tyler looked oddly at her. "This man of yours... he's a forger?" Raj is a forger. And an extremely adept one. I can forge documentsmyself, and I've done it plenty of times for plenty of. She could see for a tremendous and very frightening distance in every direction except where the small terminal building stood. She had never in her life been able to see much more than a hundred yards without a building intervening and the corridors of her home area were deliberately made to twist and turn to avoid long vistas. Outside her apartment there was almost always somebody else visible and often there were dense crowds.Worse still, all she could see was sand and more sand. Not only.