I asked if the bar had a reliable taxi company, they rang a company and it arrived after fifteen minutes. I got into the front seat and the driver was...sex on legs; tall, muscular and very good looking. As I sat down my skirt rose to reveal my stockings and I did nothing to cover myself. He was very flirty and looking at my legs and tits which were quite obvious as I had undone a couple of buttons. As I looked at his body I looked at a growing bulge in his trousers and decided I wanted him to. “This is Ellen,” Max introduced. “We’re friends at school.”Juan-Carlos turned to me and asked, “You fuckin’ this prick?”“Not really,” I said, thinking about our oral sex. It wasn’t what I’d call fucking, exactly.“Good,” he said. “You can fuck me when I get done fucking this Chinese girl.”Courtney swung her arm around him and slapped Juan-Carlos hard on the side of his butt. “Korean!” she corrected, eyes still closed. “Whatever,” Juan-Carlos said. “Nice meeting you. Maybe we’ll fuck next. The old waiting room was stuffy; the twenty first century hadn’t touched it yet. The morning sun streamed through the blinds, highlighting the dust in the air. Simon completed the registration forms and handed them back to Kate and then walked to the window to watch the world go by on the busy street.“Mr Jacobs?” Dr Wallace called, looking around the waiting room.“Hi, that’s me,” he said, surprised at the punctuality. Dr Wallace walked down the wood-panelled corridor with Simon following behind. The wine, both hers and Troi's nudity, the discussion of her son's sexuality, their isolation on this distant world, all were affecting her. She found herself entertaining thoughts that she once would've found shocking."I've always envied you Deanna," Beverly said as she put down the now empty glass. "The way you can be so free and open. How you could just follow your feelings." You could be the same way, Beverly. All you have to do is act on those feelings." I could never do that, I'd be too.