She looked at me and smiled and said, “This might be your lucky night and then again it might be your worst nightmare!” She looked at the big man...and smiled. He looked at us and told us to get naked. Joe protested and the big guy bitch slapped him up side the head and Joe fell out in the floor. Linda suggested we do as we are told. I stripped down to my shorts and the big guy motioned for me to drop my shorts. Linda is standing about three feet to the side of me. Her eyes are on my. “Hmm – best not to really,” he affirmed, promptly changing the subject. “Fancy slipping outside for a breath of fresh air? It’s quite hot in here by the fire and it’s a lovely clear night out.”I was tempted to make a remark along the lines of his feeling cooler if I were to divest him of his Arran sweater and heavy kilt but I thought the better of it – for now at least. Instead, I simply nodded and got up to follow him, as the pleats of his kilt swayed seductively from side to side and he. Her red curls framed a pretty face. She was intelligent and full of fun, and a very easy-going person. Well educated, too. She had studied French and Italian at university, and soon she had found herself a very independent job; she would translate business papers and working manuals for different smaller companies, which could not afford a work-in-translator. Later, when she opened her own business, fax-machines and computers enabled her to do most of her work from home. By word of mouth her. You are welcome to join. He said that he has been traveling with another selenologist that seems to want to meet you. He told me his name, but I can’t remember it. Looks like you might have a kindred spirit coming aboard. See you at the docking.’ End of message.” “Ava, reply to Marilyn: ‘I will be at the docking. I have to meet this Martin. This other selenologist is probably another stodgy, old coot like me so we should have little to talk about. I think I will probably record another lesson.