Look at my age.Me: Did you have in the past?He: No.Me: Ok.He: How is your sex life with your wife?I was shocked to hear this.Me: It’s good. Why?He: ...ood? Not awesome?Me: Yes, good only.He: Why?Me: Why are you asking this uncle?He: It’s just casual talk.Me: You tell me about yours.He: Ok. I haven’t had sex for a year.Me: OMG, why?He: Your aunt doesn’t like that anymore, and I also… (He paused)Me: I also what? And how do you manage?He: I also am not interested in her.Me: Oh, why? Is there. The second is that we bear news of a large Bug invasion fleet coming to this system. An immediate meeting with command authority of the USN would be desirable. Meriah I out."Jay: 'Yeah. That should get their attention. Begin plotting a course to a place about 200,000 kilometers from Arnis.'Merlin: 'Any special place that's "200,000 clicks" from Arnis? That's a rather large target.'Jay: 'Just get us moving with a small black hole. Avoid the sun. Keep it under .25 light.'We had another message. By the end of hell week, or should I say hell month, I was totally drained. I wished I had a personal masseur waiting for me at home; but that wasn’t going to happen either. I needed a massage badly to get rid of the aches and pains from being at the computer terminal for so many hours. I’ve had massages before. They’re wonderful, but the effects are short lived. Most of the time they leave me still tensed up. It seems that a certain pent-up anxiety is still in need of a little extra release,. Not quite the reaction I wanted. So, I burst out laughing saying I was only kidding. She started laughing too, and we both wiped the tears from our eyes from laughing so hard. The laughter died down and then there was another awkward silence. Samantha, looking almost disappointed, broke the tension by apologizing for her comment, and said that she should get back to work."Damn!", I thought to myself as my teenage-fantasy mind snapped back to reality. I prepared myself mentally to go home.