I could actually feel his eyes, as if they were little laser points, drifting across my chest, tracing feather light circles over my curves."Y-yes", h... stammered, struggling to lift his eyes up. "I'm sorry!" he said quickly, turning away."No, no, it's okay!" I said, blushing furiously. "I shouldn't have ... I mean ... Oh, never mind."Why did I do that? I thought to myself, angrily. Why am I wearing this shirt to work? I thought back to when I had gotten dressed this morning. It had seemed like. She was beaming with joy. I had never seen her so happy. On our way home we stopped at a hamburger place and all eat a custom made burger the way we wanted it. After we returned home and the kids crashed out, I downloaded the photos and videos from my camera. I got several great shots, some blurry ones and a few surprises. I was being very bad and successfully shot photos of Allison in positions I would not want anyone else to see. My favorites were her on her hands and knees, crawling with. My feet were back on my home soil, which I never thought I’d touch again. But in the clear, black sky the band of the Galaxy arched overhead, wheeling in the night. I never thought to ask which star was Poseidon’at, so I could pick out my new home. I twitched, then realized that I had sub-vocalized my question.“Thanks, Alfred. It’s nice to know I’m still in the same physical universe.” I turned on the radio and picked up a local station. It was playing a classic Patsy Cline song, “Crazy.” Yes,. He smiled.I melted.(My name is Stanley Kubrick, no relation to the famous director. At the time of this meeting, I was twenty-two, slim-bodied, and a gay virgin. Now back to the story.)"I'm just pointing out that you're using the wrong honey for the bees you wanna catch."I blinked."Is this on?" Steve asked while motioning to my crotch."Very funny," I said and laughed along; then I thought of my own volley, "So, I should dress like you?" Hey!" Steve shouted.We both laughed and Steve bought.