Mui was quite reserved and spoke slowly, even in mind-speak, but she knew much about the ship's systems."We just heard that there is an open competiti...n," Matthew said. "A ship is to be fabricated from scratch. The crew will fly it to the Oort Cloud, complete a repair mission, and fly back. All the contestants will go to Earth to meet the people, tour some schools, and meet children who are the way we once were." Why would we want to go there?" Mui asked. "It is dirty and dangerous. The natives. Debbie’s mechanic, Paulina, was ‘Pegleg Petrouchka, former ballerina for the last czar,’ now a feared and fearless rum smuggler in prohibition-era America. Debbie herself kept a diary that held everything from what she ate to her views on Plato’s Republic to conversations between herself, Homer, Sappho and Lao Tzu. Sometimes it seemed that she was actually speaking to Homer in person, which she was, because her thoughts and dreams were as real to her as the physical world she lived in and the. "What else?" Your sense of dressing is getting better day by day," I continued. "Even my wife is somewhat surprised to see the range of sarees you prefer wearing nowadays." That's because of my club activities," She intervened abruptly. "I need to look presentable in the company of some big people." Presentable?" I queried. "You have started looking gorgeous nowadays. I hope guys are not chasing you while you go out."She began laughing as she said, "I think that is going too far. I am going to. With a smile I opened my eyes. I was resting my head in my wife’s chest and obviously the heart beat I heard was her’s, not in my dream. She was in her blouse and skirt, just like we slept yesterday. She was wide awake and staring down at me with a great smile and lots of love in her eyes. We good morninged each other with a kiss on the lips. I was in no mood to get up from the bed so soon. I hugged her tight and kissed her neck. My morning erection was poking her abdomen. I gyrated my hip over.