Of course, we know what goes on between young people in hidden places and the backs of cars, but denial seems to be the order of the day. Relationship... between older women and young men especially, are now receiving statistical corroboration, but still we close our eyes, or, if exposed, the lovers are taken to court. I went through the struggle to deal with my sexual drives by masturbating. My peers were busy fucking when opportunity presented itself and while I had a few connections with girls. Alarmed, I looked around. We were still the only ones on the balcony and even though the rain was cold on my bare skin, I was thankful for it. It would deter most from venturing outside. Her hands swept across my breasts and then her body pressed tight against me. She felt so warm against my naked skin. The wet satin of her tiny outfit stuck to me with a warm suction and our mouths met once more. Another fiery kiss and her hand moved down between my legs. She massaged my thighs and they opened. "See," I said. "No women are looking for one night stands. I'll just go home and have a drink. Or several. And maybe sleep all weekend." You are wound way too tight," she said. "Just go out and have fun." No," I said.I stood up and started gathering my things."That's just not really my scene," I added.She rolled her eyes again."It will do you good," she said. "I can see you need it." No," I repeated."Don't be such a pussy!" she said.We both laughed."Great," I said. "Now I'm getting called a. "Booters? Like in Neptune Outpost?" The robot touched down lightly on the black wing.She laughed. "Booters aren't really like that, that's only a show." Considering the raised engine panel at the far end of the wing, Jeri told her p-dac, "Go back to the break room, Eliot, and wait for me in the locker. Booters like their privacy."Behind her, matter-of-factly, "That, they do."Jeri twisted, looking up, as did Eliot. He stood on the Cassiopeia barefoot with his hands casually stuffed in the.