’ Roxy complained that Mal shouldn’t waste his energy playing silly games. Linda returned to stand beside Roxy, but not touching her. ‘Nick Robb...ns has demanded we push you into something immediately while you are running hot.’ ‘Me running hot? Mal we ought to get you medically examined. The only thing was those couple of pieces in this morning’s Herald and…’ ‘Your office is half full of flowers already and…’ ‘Mal you are ranting. I don’t have an office. I hang out with Mrs Smith.’ Linda. "I knew the answer immediately because females have that rather innate ability to make their reaction known without saying a word, without so much as a change in their expression. I felt the power of the negative response in that same icy stare, even before the whispered aggressive no escaped from the still closed lips of her slightly down-turned mouth. I stood up and looked back towards the bar, most eyes were facing to the front but there were a couple of guys who made no secret of how. Big old twin-engined plane, clawing for altitude, then swinging right, looping back around.“Mygawd, what’s that?”“World War Two bomber. B-25,” Bob said.“Seriously?”“Absolutely. Lone Star Flight Museum.”“Where?”“Used to be right back on the road to Moody Gardens. Dunno what that ol’ guy’s doing here.”“Forget the penguins, Bob. I gotta see THAT!”“Seriously?”“You don’t want to?”“No, I really do, but...”“But what? I’m a girl and that stuff’s not gonna interest me?”“Well...”I tossed a little. Soon Steve was asking Chris, who was a young and tender 17, all about his girlfriend and what he got up to with her. The usual stuff really, had he fucked her, how and where. What was she like, could he get her off. I joined in as well and soon we had Chris in knots. He was embarrassed and shy, as were a of us at that age.The next thing I hear Steve go on to is how Chris ought to be treating his girlfriend. He starts telling Chris how to finger a woman properly, how to run his winger along.