There I was in a gorgeous guy's arms feeling the tingles of a strong attraction running up and down my body when Nat appeared. There was no justice in... this world.I closed my eyes in order to give myself a minute to think. I WAS happy to see Nat. I loved him. He was a member of the family and a really good friend, all in one 6 foot package. As a teenager, I had even had a crush on him. I never let him know it, of course. Nat was 6 years older than me and even as a teenager, I knew it was a. However, if you so wish to hear the main part of my story, without the background to it, you are welcome to skip this log. As far as we know, we only know for sure that more human species live out there, and as such I am writing in my native language, and I go on to use terms, measurements and concepts of time as far as we understand it to be, so I hope it can somehow relate to your understanding of it, whoever comes across these Logs. Over the past few hundred years, the human race had. It isn't love like she has for us. I think you need to adjust your whole connection philosophy, Kenny. What Emily and Brenda have, it isn't the same as what Joyce and Brenda have, not to Emily, and maybe not to Brenda either." No, you're right, it isn't the same. It's a connection though, and that's what we need more of, not less. You believe in connections, and you can see what I'm saying is correct. I'm willing to help make it easier for you to connect with the others, Dale, but you need to. He becomes posed, deliberate, affected, overly funny. It’s an act, and one he’s not great at. He bends over the table, fussing with his cue, picking a showy position for the white ball on the verge of the break. His showmanship is bravado – he’s subconsciously terrified of looking bad. The reason for that stands about three feet from him. The blonde girl who is his companion is tall and slim, with clear enough skin to be a cover-girl and an easy smile. She’s the girl who’ll succeed in life.