Do you work?" he asked."Just a little, I'm sort of trouble shooter," I said."Sounds interesting, I'm retired Navy. Still looking for something interes...ting to occupy my time." he informed me."So what was your job in the navy?" I asked."Master Machinist, for the last few years I ran the machine shop on a destroyer." He seemed to be rightly proud of that accomplishment."Very nice, you could always find a job doing that. I know there are way too few qualified machinist in the world." I said."Well. . why were you planning on invading Earth? I was captured by one of your little invasion study teams, and put through a dream world where Earth was placed under siege by Liodammian forces. You were also shown in a very bad light in this dream world; you looked a hell of a lot more like an invader than the I.D.L., and we didn't give you any provocation to attack. Also, one other thing: why not take your fleet back to Liodammian space if you need refuge?" Ah," the leader replied, frowning. The fire of anger was still burning bright when Kitty heard the door open. Her back was to the wall, but it was unquestionably Bran. It was at that moment she realized that there was another fire burning--in her stomach. A fire which she would not give into no matter what. Not tonight.Bran slipped into bed behind her, pressing his body into hers, spooning. His arm automatically fell over her hips, and his fingers unintentionally brushed the bare skin exposed by her small top. She. By the time the half hour was over, everyone in each line had hit to everyone in the other.Each girl would hit the ball to the girl across from her who would hit it back. Unlike the birthday game, there were no prizes given out for doing it correctly. It was pointed out with vigor to any party who didn't do it perfectly, though. What Coach wanted was each girl to stay right where she was, not even lifting a foot, hold her hands together and hit the ball when it came to her. Coach made it clear.