That was all she did, but it was like a stunning piece of performance art. Maybe I'm crazy. The fluid movements of her body, the natural wiggle of her...hips, the curves, the beautiful texture of her skin, full firm breasts with erect nipples, fabulous bottom, thick black bush, perfect long legs--the thighs, the knees, the calves, the ankles, the feet, I could gaze at that body all day long and never tire of it, my eyes travelling slowly up and down drinking it in. Everyone has their own. Marg was very funny, and Dave was the perfect foil for her witty tales.We took care of the whole bottle of port, and then Dave pulled out some he had stored in his cabinet, and we polished off that half bottle as well. By then, we were all a little silly, and Dave was almost unable to walk. Marg told me she hoped I didn't mind, but that she was going to take him to bed now, and molest him while he was unable to resist. Dave wasn't remotely reluctant, and I watched the two of them stumble up the. Was that a hint of wetness he saw in her crotch?“The heat is unbearable! I was just trying to catch my breath.”“Let me help you to the RV. We have the A/C on in there.”John felt better in the air-conditioned coolness of the RV. It did not hurt that he had Jamie’s undivided attention. He grimaced as he thought of the sexual relationship between his wife and son. A part of him recoiled at the perversity of it. He watched as she fussed about the camper. First bringing him the antacids and a glass. I’m out. No transporter beams. No alien powers. No supercomputer intelligences. K.R.A.Z.E.E.” She clicked off the comm unit.Io continued to speak over it. Chris looked at it. Yep, it was off. And Io continued to use it as if it wasn’t. Chris thought it could be worse: Io could probably talk directly to her brain through the chip in her neck.She carefully put the comm on the table, lifted her backpack, and opened the door. There was a package on the floor outside the door, addressed to her.Io.