I sat there trying to fix my mind right, telling myself that I shouldn't be thinking like this, that I shouldn't be thinking of my kid's wife in terms... like this. That was sick shit, the weird stuff that perverts thought of, dirty old fucking men. I should be pissed at her for doing it behind my son's back, for doing it on my computer, for sending my Dell over a cyber cliff.I just had that image of her sitting here though, right in this chair. Maybe jumpy and nervous, listening for the sound of. I could have been a banker, financial analyst, teacher, starship engineer, anything I wanted really. But I wanted to explore the galaxy, on my own. Adventure, that is what I wanted. Look where that got me.So here I was, my propulsion system now showing signs of failure along with damn near every other system. I just needed to keep her together long enough to "land". As long as I could get down without dying I didn't much care what kind of landing I had.My ears were now ringing from the. Tom glared at her and asked, ‘Do I what?’ ‘Do you spend all those nights in hotel rooms alone?’ Mary asked softly. She was angry and didn’t care what she said. Tom paled a little. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ he snapped. Mary looked at her husband whose face was red. ‘I asked you a question, Tom,’ she said. ‘You haven’t answered it.’ ‘Goddammit, Mary!’ Tom stormed, ‘I had a goddamn busy trip. I’m tired, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow, and I need to get some sleep. I don’t. I don’t feel any love for him. I thought ... I thought when I got back this year, I would feel differently. But it’s the same as last year. It’s just a summer fling.”I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t have any reason to believe James and she were meant for each other, so there was no motivation to try to convince her of it.“So you want to find someone to love?” I asked.She nodded. “It’s hard.”“You’re just fifteen,” I reminded her, laughing a little.“So are you. That’s why I’m jealous. You’re.