And with his eyes shut he began to see other things: Pamela walking down the beach toward him in a flowing gown of pink with her nipples pressing hard...against the thin material and her thighs defined by the light beneath the sheer cloth in the gentle breeze, Anthony running full tilt against the wind, his little arms and legs churning frantically in rhythm, sweat streaming down his sunburned back, Elaine on a swing cutting patterns in the air with her petticoats and pigtails, holding a Barbie. .. Marguerite had grabbed a husky waitress and, after seeing that she was reasonably tractable but not intimidated by men, had invited her along if she helped her drag her unconscious husband aboard the waiting spaceship.The marines and the AI had argued against it but Marguerite had prevailed by saying that he had agreed to be her concubine. The ship's AI had agreed to let him be brought up and returned to consciousness in order that it could hear his agreement again. Marguerite had suggested. There was something predatory about the look, like he was some kind of monster who’s cave she’d entered by mistake. She looked down as fast as she could and pretended to write on her notepad. By the time she looked up, the tall, narrow priest was walking out the door without giving the room a second glance.The look remained on her mind for the rest of the day. Did he know? How? She comforted herself with the fact that he just looked at everyone that way and that no one could have found out what. But then again, just about everything in my life had been a bit oddsince I'd made my birthday request.A short while later, I was filling up the tub for a bath, when Lori camein, still just as naked as I was. She took one look at the tub, thenannounced, "Not like that dear." She squeezed some bubble bath into itand smiled with satisfaction. "Now we can both have fun." We?" I asked, keeping a straight face as I'd already guessed what shehad in mind."Of course," she told me, gesturing down at.