I blushed. Had he been reading my work upside-down while I was writing? Did he understand what kind of a story this was? I wanted to defend myself, bu... looked down instead. I felt naked, my work and myself on display. Expecting humiliation or worse, I waited. Noise intruded into my thoughts. A pinball machine being worked over by a man in jeans and a ratty tee-shirt. The laughter of a sit-com on the television above the bar. And still, when the man beside me turned the page, it sounded like a. Yes, she was well aware that the closer anyone got to her the more shefelt she had to back up in order to re-establish that all-importantneutral zone. She needed space. She needed separation. Otherwise how elsecould she figure out where she ended and other people began? And if thosepeople decided to leave, as, in her experience, they invariably did atsome point, they might take something of her with them that she couldn?tlive without.Like her heart, for instance.The problem wasn?t that she. 737 now, electronically the flivver, lands on pad and hovers on antigrav; she'll hang over the street but hopefully no one will be looking at the night sky and hopefully there is no vid surveillance — if there is and somebody wants to play we'll respond.Sundowners clear the penthouse and medical centre — Threep will monitor and report.Trainees enter penthouse and remove personal items, clothing etcetera and return to 737; Sundowners and Threep embark and 737 beetles off making like the. Samantha looked at him with a wicked smirk, holding the phone up to her chest, keeping the screen hidden from him under her pert breasts. ‘Nothing you need to read mister, just that you’re in luck. They bought it in town.’ She read the next ping with another bit of laughter and looked at her anxious fiancée. ‘Oh ho! Apparently it comes with a smaller attachment for the ass. Becky says she loves it.’ Peter stood mouth agape at hearing such details. ‘You’re friend actually told you that?’.