She gave a theatrical yawn."You know, you're right. I should take a nap!" Don't let me stop you!"Kevin closed the door to the dishwasher. Turning, he ...eaned back against the counter. Vicky liked the way his t-shirt was pulled a little tight, although she still couldn't see his nipples behind the blue fabric."So," he asked, hands gripping the countertop on either side behind him, "now what?"Vicky knew what she wanted to do. Wanting, and doing, was always a huge gap for her. If Bobby was here,. " I agree," I said, "but these things tend to go in cycles - two stepsforward, then one step back. There are already signs that things arechanging again." I know, but too late for me. I'm out of Starfleet and I've missed mychance."In my long career in Starfleet, this was one of the strangerconversations I'd had. We were on the asylum planet of Elba II, theplace where the Federation keeps the few remaining citizens toocriminally insane to be treated even by our advanced medical technology,and. I sit either in my own folding chair that I brought, or on some abandoned bleachers on the south side near the east end among people more like me.Now out of nowhere here comes this flawless powder blue 2002 Porsche 911 coasting along in neutral slowly down the middle of The Highway. I couldn't see anyone inside driving her — a car like this has to be a Her — and couldn't hear her engine running.Now one thing I do know about Porsches is that it's a Pour-shah, and not Pour-shhh. That already. I sat on the sofa and she came and sat beside me. She was looking hot in a black nightgown and didn’t look like she is 40 years old and mother of 2 children. Then she put her hand on my thighs and kept it like that for some time. There was awkward silence then out of nowhere came the first blow she slapped me right across my face and said that are u here to serve me or be my guest.Then I said “Sorry”. Then came another tight slap this time even harder “Who will say mam”, she said. Then I said.