"It's just a site where men can share pictures," I stammered. "Some guys share pictures of their wives." Oh?" she said with a crooked grin. "And how d... you know about this site?"The temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees. "Never mind that. Will you let me do it?"She shook her head and sighed. "I don't want a bunch of perverts ogling me." I'll give you a fantastic massage afterward," I promised. "And I'll do the dishes for a week—no, two weeks! Pretty please?"I gave her that sad. ‘I’ll just bet,’ sarcasm permeated her thoughts, ‘if you’re so happy to see me, why didn’t you call,’ Hoping to sound normal, she said, a little too cheerfully, ‘Hi, Roger! What a surprise!.’ They chatted about the weather, the bingo game and their kids before Roger finally asked, ‘Maryann, would you consider going out with me again?’ Forgetting that she was in a public place, Maryann exploded. ‘Look Roger, you don’t have to be polite and ask me out when you see me. I don’t need mercy dates.’. She noted the time on her clipboard and waited asthe panel door from the laboratory hissed open. She pushed a loose blondehair back into place and stepped out into the corridor. As she headed along the gangway, towards her cabin, she was suddenlyaware of another presence, something watching her, something near. She turned, caught a glimpse of a single green tentacle and then,catching her heel in the steel grating of the gangway, fell backwards onthe steel platform, knocking the breath from. Fran had never been so mortified in her life. And Brint had seemed proud of himself as they drove home, almost gloating over his "accomplishment", making her want to throttle him with her bare hands.As it was, she hadn't spoken to him since, and Brint lay upstairs in bed nursing his hangover with characteristic ill humor.Fortunately she had not had to deal with anyone else in the house that Sunday morning. She knew that her young brother-in-law was a late sleeper, and there wasn't a peep out of.