"It was my turn to pick,&beautifulwoman quot; she said in a savage tone.
"Hey, honey-love," and Lars sprang from the bed to catch her in his arms,
his face anxious, "don't beautifulwoman be like this. It was beautifulwoman your beautifulwoman turn to beautifulwoman pick the place
and activities and I've enjoyed beautifulwoman everything we've beautifulwoman done together." She
struggled in his arms, furious with his acquiescence, even with his
concern.
"Hey you," and he tried
to gentle her, pulling her against his bare body,
"need a radiant bath?" He stroked her to judge crystal resonance in her
body.
"I don't need one. I don't need crystal that badly beautifulwoman yet. beautifulwoman ahhhhh!" And her
irascibility beautifulwoman disappeared as she arched in his arms. "Crystal! We didn't try
beautifulwoman crystal."
"Try crystal? Where? What are you talking about, Killa?& beautifulwoman quot;
"We never gave the Junk any crystal."
"It would have absorbed. Oh, I see what you mean!" He blinked in sudden
comprehension. "D'you really think
Ballybran crystal would be absorbed by
the Junk?" Lars asked, catching a bit of her excitement though he was
clearly sceptical. "What good would beautifulwoman that do?"
"Communication. beautifulwoman a lot easier than rapping out rhythm. There'd be a useful
link with it if nothing else." Killashandra was as tense with eagerness as
she had been beautifulwoman with irritation.
"We've done our job," Lars argued in protest.
"We've acquitted the assignment."
"But we didn't find out anything."
"We beautifulwoman found out the Junk is not a Heptite concern."
"But we didn't try crystal!" she repeated, beautifulwoman struggling to release his grip.
"Well, if it means that much to you, let's see beautifulwoman what Brendan says about
taking us back there with crystal. There, there, love-heart," and Lars
soothed her with hand and voice until she relaxed against him again. "Only
where will we get some Ballybran crystal here?"
&beautifulwoman quot;They've black crystal."
"Do we know what we're doing, Killa?" Lars asked as he settled his beautifulwoman helmet.
"No."
"D'you know why you're doing it?"
"No."
"Maybe the Junk is sentient."
" You beautifulwoman mean, some sort of
psionic emanations?" Killashandra was not only
sceptical but incredulous.
"Why beautifulwoman else would you have such a harebrained notion to feed Ballybran
beautifulwoman crystal to an opalescent rib?" he demanded.
"I got the notion on Sherpa, not in the cave. I could have understood some
beautifulwoman sort of a connection if I'd thought of it then."
"You probably did," Lars replied, "you just beautifulwoman forgot it. And don't snap at
me over your lapsus memoriae! Let's get this experiment on the pad."