" Interesting," muttered Axel. "Any ideas, Bill?" Looks like a converted freighter," said Williams. "Ground forces, perhaps?" Doubt it," said Axel. "E...ven if they packed them in as tight as sardines there's no way they could have enough to hold anything against the marines groundside." Planet killer then?" Possibly," said Axel. "Daren't take the risk of allowing it too close to Mars though. If it is a planet killer the loss of Mars would cripple the war effort. We'll have to chance taking it out. What should I do? It hurts so much but I must not let him find out. He will surely not want a hideous pregnant woman staying in his house no matter how much he likes my cooking.The pain grows more intense with each passing day. Is the child a demon clawing at my belly to punish me for the way I have lived since you left this world, Houma? I wish you were here to hold me like you did when I was young and the pain filled my body.Thank you for soothing my pain, Houma. I will try to live my life. I feel like a real perv, and I’m hoping everyone who sees me, specially buying a load of dirty mags, is thinking ‘urgh, perv’, or ‘what a wanker’. That wasn’t the only time She made me in the shop – but I’ve already told that story.Miss Judy Conway This was the name She was using when I first saw ‘Titanic Toni’ in my mags. And was She titanic – She had incredible big tits and made me pants-spunk more than any girl apart from Miss Danica back in the magazine days. I remember one occasion when I. I always see things clearly… or as clearly as they can be seen…’ Her voice echoed off the walls, this solemn, serious representation of an inner solitude that often eluded even his keen ears. He could hear it every now and again, but when she waxed poetic there was a glassy sheen over her oh-so-blue eyes that couldn’t be penetrated by any man. She knew it too, and could smile when he attempted to delve into her inner sanctuary. ‘People disappoint me,’ he heard her say. ‘As a whole, the race is.