With his little prayer that was half a surrender to the will of the All Mighty and half a plea for that divine will to show him a tiny amount of mercy when it came to the permanency of his relationship with Alorna said, Zeph worked on sending out V-mails to Chief Bobby Marlecl and Archon Crix Zis.
Even he wasn't sure if it was a delay tactic to make it take just a little longer than necessary to grab the towels.
*Bling*
You have a new V-mail from Archon-Crix-Zis. Open?
Her uncle's timing when it came to his response to the V-mails could not have been worse. Zeph had just helped Alorna get out of her flight suit and was lightly caressing her breasts while the two of them sat on the ledge allowing the bathtub to fill before getting in.
Discomfort flashed across Zeph's face for half a second, but Alorna still noticed the subtle changes in his expression.
"What is wrong?"
"Nothing, your uncle just has bad timing when it comes to responding to V-mails."
