We ate an uneventful dinner of which I hated every single bite. I don't know how the French can eat this stuff, give me a medium rare T-Bone and a bak...d potato any day. What is quiche anyway? Spinach moosh is what they should call it. I playfully flipped a broiled pea at Ming hitting her in the cheek. She giggled like a child and flung a cooked flat noodle at me in revenge. The slimy thing stuck right to my forehead! My jaw dropped open and we stared at each other.....then together we laughed. It's just gone two in the afternoon when my doorbell rings. I'm not expecting anyone so I'm wearing my new long black see through robe and nothing else. I look through the peep hole and see my neighbours son Andy standing there, soaking wet. I open the door and tell him to get in quick. Andy looks and me and smiles. I smile back and wrap my robe around me. I told Andy to remove his shoes and socks and follow me up stairs. Andy followed me up the stairs and I told him to take a shower in the. You start the small talk in an attempt to relax her. She tries to apologize yet again, and you cut her off: no need for any more of that. It’s just nature doing what nature does. She seems insistent, she needs to talk about it. So, instead, you start telling stories of when your milk leaked at unexpected times. Some… most, in fact… are pretty funny (in retrospect), so soon we are all in on the joke, finishing each other’s sentences and enjoying a good time. Eventually you bring up this. He turned away so he didn't have to see, but he still heard three of his daughters beating on the fourth one.Years passed."Good morning, Jason, how are you feeling?" asked the robot."Jssshhhhh," He coughed. "Ffffff", he said, then gagged briefly. "Neffer been bedder." We are very near the end of our voyage. Life support and space are at a premium as never before. Nevertheless, there are a number of your daughters who need impregnating in our quest for more radiation-resistant people. Life.