Just a writer's joke."She smiled back at him, their faces barely inches apart after the scary movie. He leaned forward. Their lips met. They kissed fo... nearly a minute, then Guy said, "Shall we go to bed now?" Sure," she said.Taking her by the hand, he led her upstairs to his room. Sitting on the bed, Guy pulled Mindy onto his lap.He pressed his mouth to hers again and began exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She didn't seem to be reacting to his explorations, though. He pulled. .. but not as bad as discombobulating from her fellow scientists.Almost instantly we were on the other side of that awful storm having just been through water Hel. The Flint was a mess ... torn canvas fluttering in shreds ... the bilge pumps going to beat the band. Hatches stove, ports ajar. And a Ukrainian Navy cutter, a “diving” cutter ... with pumps and divers and all manner of maritime rescue and repair equipment steaming to the rescue.I looked at Seven.“I assume that’s a yes.”She nodded. I swiveled my chair back to the table and looked down at her math book. "Let's try problem six." The reason her mom had brought her by today was help with her pre-algebra. I'd been a math-wiz in high school, though I'd never used it. Somewhere along the line I'd decided I wanted to be a writer, though bartending paid the bills."What?" she asked, softer.I swiveled back. She looked annoyed.I took a deep breath and considered a safer question, like, 'Would you like ice cream when we finish?' I. " And..." Arlene added, "I suspect he'll throw in some calisthenics, particularly push-ups and sit-ups – he surely did with us. He said that way we wouldn't doze off in class. Fat chance of that," she said with a snigger.Courtney and Bridget stared at her with a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights look."You have a week before your turn," Art told them with a grin. "Might want to go ahead and start with some calisthenics, though." Will you help us?" Courtney asked Arlene. "I've been running a couple.