"AI. Why is there no alcohol in the replicators?" Because the captain of the ship does not permit alcohol on board." Oh. Why? Is it a Confederacy law ...r something?" No." So has there been trouble in the past?" No. The captain is a teetotaller, and objects to the very existence of alcohol." Oh. Now that I wasn't expecting. Is he a Moslem or a Sikh or something?" No. He is a practising Christian." So it can't be a religious thing then, 'cos Jesus drank wine." It is a religious belief, yes."I. I slowly gave a soft press to her left boob, wow what a feeling it was! This was the first time I pressed a boob. Her boobs were slightly harder than what I felt in morning. Again I pressed slowly. There was no reaction from her. I continued in the same manner and decreased the gap between two presses. Again there was no reaction but I observed a small movement in her body coming closure towards me. My dick was pressed a bit on her thighs, but I did not move. Now I started to feel the softness. “A little sad, Dontcha think?” I held back a tear.“Yeah, mine’s worse than yours.”“Wait. You saw my life too?”“Of course I did. This isn't a charity.”I paused for a minute. I prefer keeping everything to myself, so having someone else know any of my secrets made me very uncomfortable, and I don't know which ones she saw, and which ones she didn't. “You know what? All of this, ” I laid my hands on her back again. “Is making me exhausted. You down for sleeping?”“Yeah, I'm always down for. He wasn'tsomeone who danced like no one was watching. This wasn't him, but hedidn't care. He liked this version of himself. He was having fun. Forthe first time in his life he had completely let himself go. The drugshad helped but he couldn't attribute all this feeling to them. This wasfreedom. Freedom from caring. Just like Isabella had promised. He wason the same level as everyone else. On the same level as Craig. On thesame level as his friends...His friends. Like an arrow through the airof.