He pressed her firmly against the walls of the elevator to kiss her, his tongue gently parting her lips as she softly moaned into his mouth. Her hands...reached under his jacket, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath his shirt as she slowly moved towards his belt. She broke the kiss to look into his eyes, catching a hint of playfulness in his gaze as she did so, before kissing him again, but gently this time, with just the softest brushes of lips as she let her fingers flutter on the bulge over. "How is that possible?" she asked."It can be done, Amanda," he replied. "Not all of them, of course, not even very many. But enough; and they'll bring all the others with them, in their mind. Remember, you told me when you got back from the second trip, every time a new one's born it leaves its imprint on their think-together, their collective mind. One way or another they can all go!" But go where? What planet do we know that could accommodate them?" None," he admitted. "Not now, at least. So. When the School Paper came out that month, for once, they got something right—they called his performance electrifying!I have to admit, like everyone else, I was dumbfounded. Who knew? After he finished that first old Hank William's number, the audience would not stop applauding.After a bit, his hands on his hips, now completely at ease, he leaned into the microphone. Shaking his head, in mock exasperation, he laughed and said."Okay, Folks... ! Let's not overdo it... !"Well, Smokey did two more. It’s not that I’m dissatisfied with my sex life, I have a lot of sex with my husband. It’s just some attraction I can’t resist.It started last summer. Sometimes I like to go to work on foot. I have to go through the park, which is usually empty and silent in the morning. There’re almost no people there safe for joggers. I always feel so peaceful and happy when walking there in the morning. My colleagues told me they saw teens in the park. According to my friends, those boys liked to watch women.