We have been planning on this for a few weeks and our schedules finally matched enough to make it happen.The club I was going to served a very eclecti... clientele and right now, there were free line dancing lessons with the 70's top 40 songs. The Village People, to Sat Night Fever, Abba, and the Bee Gees were some of the groups. No doubt, some of the folks in there were just like me. A CD Milf on the prowl and were most likely going to get their prey. But crap, did the place have to be so. If we crash on a planet, we'll most likely spendthe rest of our lives there because no one even knows whatpart of space to start looking for us. Also landing on aplanet has other risks such as unknown viruses and alienlife forms that don't like strangers. I expect that if weland on a planet that no one will ever know what reallyhappened to us. Reason is that we don't have any women. Noway to create children to keep our heritage, as little asit is, intact. When we die, all trace of us will. The doors werelike swinging saloon doors, but though they weren't locked, they weren'tswung open either. But Marianne had already glided through. Knowingthat the light would start fading out almost immediately after Mariannehad gone, I yelled a rebel yell and ran to the doors.I hit the doors with the heels of my hands, making them swing open. AsI passed the threshold, I had to skid to a stop.Instead of the stacks, there was a stairway going down. "What?..."I looked around and Marianne wasn't. She nodded her agreement, sighing expressively. She scooted closer to me, putting her hand on my wrist and lowering her voice so no one else could hear. We talked for a long time, at first about my failed marriage, but we got off that subject quickly. There were too many good things to talk about.I found out that she was thirty-one, a year and a half older than I was, and we joked about her being the "older woman." She had been divorced herself, more than ten years ago, so she had an insight.