I think he?s convinced. ?Ohhh, Joel, lets sit for a moment and have a drink. I?m breathless. How are you?? I smiled seductively with lowered eyes.... ?You?re a darn good dancer Joel. Do you take lessons? Or did it just come naturally???Janet, let me catch my breath. Lessons. Yes. I have been taking lessons for years but? forgive me for being blunt but my stateroom is vacant, my roomie and I have an understanding about sharing. I would love to escort you there and we could perhaps engage. Time seemed to slow down for him – in his confusion he was struggling to process his surroundings accurately. Eventually locating it, he stumbled forward, the cool metal of the door handle feeling strange to his sweat-soaked palm. The torchlight flew around the room – illuminating a tear-strewn face as a pair of bloodshot blue eyes stared back at him. As he mumbled something, he noticed that the artificial beam of light was reflecting off a sharp blade being held tightly against his daughter’s. He thought about sucking cocks, about being fucked, about fucking a guy, but he didn't want to be a fag.And he kind of wondered about the sexual orientation of those around him. His father, of course. Was he gay? What about all that gay porn? But then, what about all that straight porn?But he also wondered about his friends. Jack Parker, maybe? Jack was so pretty. There were times when Greg felt the urge to kiss Jack.And he somehow felt that Jack would accept it.But he didn't have the nerve.. I am sure you are aware that it measures sexual levels not just response to visual stimulus.??I am fully aware and under the instructions of the Assistant Minister himself.?The doctor paused. The Assistant Minister was not a man to be trifled with, unless you wanted to wind up on the Island yourself.?But the Madam of the Court will never sign off on the results of a Level One exam, so what is to be gained??Marta ignored the question. ?Set up the machine please.??Oh very well,? Doctor Angela.