"Baby Huey woked I. Neighborly rocktoid investigate. Morn good, Spot."Spot yeowled something, wriggled against the deck plates, exposed her throat. I ...ncreased my strokes from chin to tail."Asteroids are irregular when small," I said in a mixture of her people's language and English--there were no words for asteroid or spherical or kilometer, "and roughly spherical when large. This one is bigger than your village, a full kilometer at the base. And it is artificially flat. There is a difference. On the way, she keptsilent, her eyes kept looking down, and she grasped my hand tightly;I could feel she was trembling and shaking. At that moment, I feltextremely guilty and jealous, regretted deeply in my heart. I askedthe cop if I could just give him money instead of my wife, he repliedwith an indifferent tone "a deal is a deal".Arriving at the motel's parking lot. The cop opened her side of thedoor, reached her hands and led Caroline out of the car. Before herfeet could gain the balance on. And, I’m just average. At this point, it turned into something like “Truth or Dare” where the winner would ask a question and everyone had to answer. It started with stupid things like “What do you like to do in bed?”, “When did you first have sex?”, “Do you always wear underwear?”, “What is your favorite position?”, “Do you smell your own farts?” It was so silly and we were all laughing. Soon, the questions gravitated to serious things like “Have you ever been fucked up the ass?” and “Do you. The names have been heavily disguised as to protect the guilty in my re-telling of the experience. James Metro was an art curator. A mussed tuft of hair jutted out from above his chin like a couple of bean sprouts lazing out from the lips of rye bread, his straight framed glasses cozening a haughty gilt of ‘Non too plus’ upon the crook of his nose, his eyes caged like dozy lions having recently reminded themselves, as purring keepers of the plains, of their rank and title either.