“What’s new?” Rhys asked sarcastically as he drifted into the bridge and peered through the viewport to survey the stars. “I see the constella...ions are all right where I left them.”“Hmph.” Cait gave a half-hearted chuckle at the weak joke as she stretched, arching her back and shoulders after floating in one position for too long.“No news on the other ship?” Rhys continued.“Nothing. Not even regular radio broadcasts. They’d be old, but they’d at least give us an idea if they were in. If we missed a couple of days she would rub against me like she was in heat. Because she was. Her pussy dripped and steamed! That first year we fucked at parties on the bathroom sink in people’s guest baths. She would suck my cock behind the bushes at pool parties. I got hand jobs at the movie theater. We began to look at all public places from the standpoint of where could screw without being caught or seen. I carried a bedroll and hard foam cushion in the back of my Expedition so we could. Shit, I think I’m going to enjoy being rich.“Arlene,” he yelled, “come here, please.”Arlene was there in about one second flat. She had been eavesdropping just outside the open door and almost bowled Jeff over as he stood up.Diana heard all the ruckus and looked in. “I assume that Mr. Wainwright said yes,” she said, laughing with them.“More than that,” Jeff answered. “He acted as if he couldn’t imagine why I had bothered to call him instead of the pilot.”“Now, can I call my friends and tell. Besides having its own special place in the diner, that warning postcard was the source of unending conversation, none of which came near the boring truth. Sometime in the distant past, it was said, a forgotten short order cook taped it there after an inebriated regular attempted to secure financing for a meal. Someone thought the cook’s last name had been Short. Others argued that Shorty had been the cook’s nickname, given by an equally forgotten waitress. Still others claimed that the.