I'm James Rabb. My CAP score is seven point two, which is why we are all here together, and officially I'm a volunteer for the marines. In a past life... I was a logistics and planning administrator. It's a dull job where you use computers to build complex pictures of when supplies will arrive and be needed. On Earth it can be an important job but with the AI's involved here I'm not sure it will be as necessary since the AI can probably put together a schedule faster than I can. As for the colony,. I just couldn’t move my eyes from her. I would just stare her. I had gone for about a week so I knew I had to workout a little quick. As we had met after a long time we started talking a little formally but soon we were comfortable and started cracking jokes. I spent the day with her nicely. It was dinner time and she was in a tracksuit and when she brought dinner I was amazed to c her as she was lookin like an Angel and washed my hands. After dinner her dad was out and her younger brother who. The woman who met him at the door was middle age, about forty five, but with a full voluptuous body. After entering the house and looking over the damage, Pratik gave her the look and then said, “take off all your clothes and lay back on the bed.” Without the least bit of hesitation, she doffed all her clothing and lay down, and waited for further instructions. Just then the front doorbell rang, and Patrick went to answer it. A young girl selling magazines started to go into her pitch, but. Cora cried silently for a while, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Finally she stopped. She wiped her eyes with a napkin that Liz handed her and then looked up, her eyes clear."What's it like?" she asked, quite calmly."What's WHAT like?" asked Liz, not sure."Oh for goodness sakes Liz, what's it like to have that monster inside you?" asked Cora with unusual directness. "It must be like a firehose when it goes off." she added, giggling. Then, in her head she saw a cartoon image of Bob, his.