"Bill had to calm himself at her words. Her story, what he could remember of it, plucked at his heart strings. He wanted to help this mother and her c...ildren, but he thought he could do it and still live out a couple of fantasies. He had a brief concern about living with his conscience if he was successful with his idea. "They really need help thought," Bill rationalized to himself. "There isn't anything wrong with getting something out of helping them," he consoled his conscience."Well," he. "And where's my stuff?" No, Michael. We're on a spaceship," Forny responded.A spaceship was not an answer Michael's brain had authorized him to consider. He liked his implausible answer much better."I'm sorry. I didn't get that," said Michael "It sounded like you said 'spaceship'"."I did," replied Forny.His brain still didn't quite get it, but it bludgeoned on."And just what are we doing on this spaceship?" said Michael."Hiding from the Vulvans," Forny replied.Michael didn't know if he was to. “Would you look at us?” I asked. “We look like we’ve never been on a date before.”I was wearing a nice pair of chinos, sandals with no socks, and a thin, short-sleeved linen shirt. I felt pretty darn good, but looking at Lissa and Melody, I was barely up to standard. Melody was wearing one of her custom-made sundresses—this time strapless. It was green and had a leaf pattern. I still hadn’t figured out how she made them. It was something about scattering leaves on the fabric and then spraying. Little Ralphie memorized every word. He mimicked them, moving his lips without sound, as he lay in his bed listening with the covers pulled over his head to their inane and never ending argument. ‘You’re never in the mood.’ ‘You’re never here.’ ‘I’m here, now.’ ‘I’m not in the mood.’ ‘See.’ ‘See what?’ She looked at him with a face full of hurt and contempt. ‘I’d be in the mood if you gave me the money that you give to your whore girlfriends.’ ‘I couldn’t give you enough money to get you in the.