I slipped into the bath and put my towel on my head and closed my eyes. Pondering life. I heard a bloke in the room ask me ‘haite e?’ and opened m... eyes. A 40 ish guy, in good shape, nice Japanese eyes and a buzz cut, covering himself with his sento towel. I nodded and he slipped into the bath, sat back and sighed. We were both relaxing. He said to me in English ‘are you staying here?’ and I was awakened from my reverie. I said yes. He told me was here with a troupe of lads who were runners –. It's a shame, because he could do a lot worse." I hope that's not meant to be a compliment." We're talking about his view. You know I think you're not bad at all."Anyway, I was thinking he could do a lot worse. I could come home with a Goth boyfriend. I could come back with tattoos." Please don't," said Jeff."I'm just talking about possibilities. I have no intention of marring this flawless skin. But I could bring home a biker. 'Hi, Dad. Meet my boyfriend Spike.'"And I can do much worse than. They knew english andonly had memories of their birth. It's kind of amazing how quickly societychanged.There is no longer a physical connection to anything including our bodies. Nobody really cares who's body is who's. We all pretty much get along butthere is no new information, as our collective mind knows all. There isno more poverty though, So I guess that President George Gore finally fixedthe poverty problemPeople quickly found out that we couldn't even style our hair so that therewas. " I said it quietly and softly.His response was not what I was hoping."Isn't this nice? Soft music and just the two of us." He didn't volunteer to remove his hand.I didn't fight him so much but put steady pressure on his wrist, trying to force him away from me and let him know he was not to do it. He never got rough or pushy, but just continued the pressure, his fingertips slowly starting to caress me through the flimsy cloth. As they slid slowly up and down the cloth-covered channel I avoided.