You are lost in darkness. ____________________________ ‘What the fuck did you do to that shark, man?’ You’re sitting on the hard metal floor of ...the rescue helicopter, your iron-white fingers clutching the lifting harness that pulled you from the sea as your teeth chatter like a jack-hammer. You can’t remember anything other than her eyes. Something about her eyes has torn it’s way into your heart and soul, and nothing else seems to matter. Something so familiar . . . ‘What?’ ‘What did you do to. I turned and watched her leave, a smile on my face.We were gone for hours, before we returned. Bags full of food and other items bought at the shops. We put everything away and sat down on the sofa, exhausted.“So, what do you want to do tonight? How about a night in with a movie and some drinks and food?” She asked. “Sure!” I said.We got ourselves organized, food on the table, a film in the DVD player ready, and a can for her, and soft drink for me. We finally sat down on the sofa and settled. Does everyone here understand that?" Barocca and Jeanne nodded their assent. Dee Dee and Jordan showed they acknowledged Tiffany also. "The advantage to the winner today will be significant though," added Tiffany. "They'll get to decide the next contest, and the particulars on how it's held. After that, it will switch to the other side, and we'll keep going until there's a clear cut winner that everyone agrees upon." As two of Barocca's girls began preparing Jeanne for the Milking. "Steve shouldn't even be considered for any mission until he's totally recovered, and given some time off. You just don't go on back-to-back missions. I'm guessing this may be something forced on the state department, rather than something planned. Maybe they want him to go to some function and escort someone's daughter around or something like that. Of course, he wouldn't need Chip for that." Let's just try to enjoy what's left of the holiday," offered Jordan. "We need to have faith in Steve.