If.But this wasn't going to be a smooth trip. And it would shoot the hell out of that thirty-six-hour timeline.I had just passed the ring of garbage t...hat surrounded the Earth, the ring of space junk–old satellites that had outlived their usefulness, discarded rocket motors, bits and pieces of broken spacecraft that had accrued from years of launches–and had pointed the nose of my ship toward my target. However a couple of hours into my flight, a radio call came from base warning me that there. "Like pointy tail, horns and pitchfork demon?" She doesn't have horns or a pitchfork." Tom jerked his head around tofind Silas smiling as he walked up to the table carrying a platter thatappeared to have a couple of tall glasses and piled with various fruitson it. "Although I am sure we could round up a pitchfork if you wish."Silas sat the tray down on the stone table. "I brought these out for youboth while I prepare the main dish." You're one too?" Tom looked at the older man."Oh, no not me,". It could be anyone including the Count de Cordoba." I'll see to it immediately, Captain," Hans van Holien replied curtly and with a nod of his head before excusing himself and heading astern so that he could signal the other vessels. While he did Pedro turned his gaze back towards the other ship. Once more he raised the spy-glass to his eye and he took another look. Something about that craft bothered Pedro that he could not put his finger on. Finally with a sigh of resignation Pedro put away. "Really a comprehensive salon"Earrings? Yes, two piercings each ear, one dangly chandelier and onestud.Necklace? Yes, matching earrings.Rings? Two, matching earring/necklace set.Other? Belly button.Part five: Clothes and Accessories. "This is a little over the top, butlet's go with it."Shoes? 4" sexy high heelsPanties? Black lace cheekiesBra? Match panties.Purse? Black Coach leather duffel shoulder bag.Dress/skirt/blouse? Black sexy dress, knee length.Part six was getting sillier still,.