I never quite figured out what color her hair was - it was long and golden, sometimes red, sometimes brown, sometimes blonde. Diana had also emailed m...e about the shared dream, and was looking forward to trying again. I shot her back an email telling her that, with the tumor being taken out of my head, I was pretty sure that it was a one-time thing. She also told me more about how she and Richelle - her roommate - were hooking up. They'd both missed me, so they were taking out their feelings on. " Swinging a stern gaze from one combatant to the other, Lesa backed them down. They left quickly enough, but continued glaring and slapping at each other all the way to the door.Lesa stood and faced the blushing Jacob. She admonished him with, "You really shouldn't encourage that kind of behavior in here."Jacob was mortified and humiliated. Turning bright red he tried to defend himself. "I didn't encourage them! I didn't even know anyone was under the table until one of them grabbed my belt. It had been at least an hour since I came out to the garage. Maybe it was time for a short break.I turned and the door from the house opened. Mom stepped out into the garage. She had on her own jacket only partially buttoned up. It sat wide open and displayed the bulge of her breasts still covered by her sweater. More importantly, she had a wooden box in her hands. She didn’t say anything. She smiled at me, closed the door, and then went over to the table in the cluttered side of the garage.I. Halfway on the trip he’d taken to carving out little patterns on the coffee cup with a spoon. He became quite adept, embossing landscapes of little swirling clouds and ocean scenes. One Niyanese officer even offered to buy one for 10 kilocredits. Mostly, though, the little artifacts were binned as quickly as they were made. The last week of the trip the atmosphere became tense, and a sort of coppery stink newly festered throughout the ship. It was discontent, the sort men get when removed from.