“Yes?” “We’ve been here before,” she said. “I don’t understand why you’re so uncomfortable.” “I’m, uh,” he stammered. “You k...ow why I’m here, Evan.” “So Emily can be with Rich?” he replied. Her long hair waved slowly as she gently shook her head. “That is only a very small part of it, Evan. It is the result of the situation, not the cause.” “Really?” he asked her. She nodded slowly. “I’m here so that we can fuck, Evan. You and me. Whatever Rich and Emily are doing is really secondary.” “Why is. Seeing how willing and able Sid is to have sex, kind of overwhelms our normal reserve. I fear that we act like total idiots around him. We are so much more aggressive around men from Earth, but that is only because we can be that way,” Sally answered.“Oh,” Cynthia said.“Heroes from Earth are our fantasy males. They are strong, courageous, and virile. They are potent sex symbols.”“I guess I can understand that,” Cynthia said. It seemed to her that on Earth, male sex symbols were androgynous. During the following week it turned out that we performed on one another on almost alternate nights but it had a completely negative effect; only two points are worth mentioning. On Wednesday night I failed to notice that Alex was not asleep and when I started to run my hand down to his crotch he grabbed it and laughed. He said that he thought about pretending to be asleep to see what happened but realised that it would mess up the experiment. As far as I was concerned the experiment was. Some of it was from my former mother-in-law, a world traveler before she married the father-in-law who was a retailer and tighter than a horse's asshole in fly season. When she finally stopped bugging the wife and me, i.e. 'went to her reward', I decided to take what she left us and do something that would shock and disgust all the rest of the relatives. And at the same time fill a niche here that was untouched by anyone else in town. If the MIL was imitating a hamster wheel in her coffin, so.