I was daydreaming about him, about how we'd be such an amazing couple, or how safe I'd feel engulfed in his arms under the covers; about how his lips ...ould make everything around me disappear as he'd press them against mine. You see, having this wake-up slap back then felt like a train hit me. I mean, I was feeling all these things towards my cousin, who lives thousands of miles away. And he's my cousin. For a moment I felt so small and so wrong, even sick for thinking these things. For a. " We suspected the pollen was blown down from the mountains," Malcolm recalled. "You didn't suffer any problems before the storm hit." Indeed. The plant must reside on the south side of this mountain range." Or half the planet by now, if there were more storms," he mused."That is rather unlikely," T'Pol disagreed. "Although the planet's insect population is diverse, none of the insects have evolved to care for this plant. It is dependent on being pollinated by chance, which severely hinders its. .. and ever more frustrating. Worst of all, every one would have his key in it somewhere... tucked into the top of a stocking, nestled between her breasts, laying on her stomach... always it was somewhere, teasing and tormenting him with every glance. Then, on the very last night, She called. They talked for an hour, Her voice teasing and arousing him as She explained to him exactly what he was to do the next day. Finally, She delivered the ultimate torment... he could hear Her voice becoming. My e-mail came up. She typed in, Tell me more, big guy, then hit send.I?m just teasing him, but who knows, he may reply, she typed. If you?re not nice, I might invite him over. My favorites came up, and I noticed some kind of blink on the screen, like she?d taken a snapshot. The list was three pages long, and the screen blinked three times.I found the keyboard free. I typed: Yes, Mistress. But, please don?t do that. I?m not gay. Don?t mess with my e-mail, please. I beg you.She wrote: Good to.