’ ‘I don’t care. Can’t a man lust after his own woman?? I see no problem with that!’ I chuckled and looked innocently up to him. Silence cam... between us. ‘Damn, I have the sexiest girlfriend on the face of the planet.’ I slapped his chest. ‘Way to ruin the moment!’ He stood up and grabbed me by the wrist pulling me to my feet from the comfortable chair. ‘Come’on lets go somewhere else.’ Oh, I knew what this meant. He was leading to the basement. I felt my face blush as all his family members. . Well, I'm sorry, but that's what Freschetti is! He's always sneering that girls don't belong in the sciences. I mean, he is positively Neanderthal! It's like he never heard of Marie Curie or Lisa Meitner and the like or something!Anyway, that asshole Freschetti opens his fat mouth! What a jerk. Talk about testosterone overload! Sheesh! It served him right that he had to reveal that the great jock had a dick the size of a cocktail frank! Carl and I both enjoyed that, I can tell you!But I kinda. "Over here," somebody yelled from behind me.I grabbed the girl and my musket and ran for the darkness."Two horses," the voice said. "Let 'em go."So there went our mounts and my blanket, which I had dearly hoped would wrap Miss Violet to me this evening. We knelt together in the pine needles, slowing our breathing and after a long period of quiet crept back toward our fire. Three men squatted around it cooking fat meat on sticks with the grease dropping into the flames. The smell got my saliva. It was a good thing I enjoyed car rides. I would bring a book to read along the way. I had just picked up a copy of Robert A. Heinlein’s “Stranger in a Strange land.” I figured I would be able to finish it in the car.I was reading my book for about the first two hours. I loved it; I had to read it in small dosages. Michael Valentine was not someone you digested without thought. You had to grok it that took some contemplation. And Heinlein could be overbearing at times.I sat back to enjoy the.