.. a second strike craft identical to mine. I suppose it’s always nice to have a backup. Afterall, how many people can say they have a backup body? ...I turned and headed for the bridge. Another indication that this was planned was that every function of the ship was automated. The regular stations were there on the bridge, but the captain’s chair had been replaced with a circular control console.With the help of the A.I. I could control everything; sensors, weapons, shields, life support. Etc. I. I love you. You love me. We were going to get married," she moaned."Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven..." Kris intoned, looking at his wrist. The effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that he wasn't wearing his watch at the moment. He got to three before she wailed and ran back out the door.He felt only sadness as he closed it after her.What brought Kris out of his doldrums, or at least lifted his spirit somewhat, was a phone call from a man who announced he was Mr. Templeton, from Miffen. ”It was nine forty-five by the time they left. The meal had been charged at staff price and Richard had settled the bill at the front desk. He opened the restaurant door for her and as they walked to his car she took his arm in her hands and rested her head briefly on his shoulder.“Thanks so much! That was really a great time Richard! Or is it Ricky?” she asked, giggling.“Only my Mum and Dad call me Richard,” he said as he rested his head on hers. They reached the car and he unlocked her door,. Was he really flirting with her? Was she sending him signals? The more she thought about it the more she liked it. When she got back to the bar he had saved her a seat. Now they were sitting next to each other at the bar, but most of the original group had moved to an outside patio. She says she doesn't remember exactly how it happened, but she ended up with her hand on his crotch. This went on for about 20 minutes and she is sure everyone around them must have noticed. Still, she was caught up.