We want to cram as many people as we can in a small, dingy, dark, grotty flat, and then see if we can drive each other crazy. We want to be grownups.I...gave it two days after pinning the note to the fridge. Nothing had changed. The fact was, I knew who it was anyway. I just hadn't been quite obnoxious enough to put his name on the note.The six of us who made up the tenancy were a strange mixture. All intelligent, partly-educated, independent, self-thinking individualists. It shouldn't have been. So would exposure to fusion power plants or the maneuver drives. It isn't ancient times when galley slaves powered oars or when aircraft had open cockpits. We only knew space through our instruments—unless we took a space walk, and then we'd better wear an environmental suit or it will be our final walk. As long as nobody left the air lock, they wouldn't be aware that the Long Stalk, formerly the Futile Gesture, was still docked in a secure berth.Matilda was in a tizzy as she made last-minute. Fir maine uske boobs ko upar se hi pakad achchi tarah se masal kar uske boobs ka size napne laga. Wo bhi mujhe pura cooperate kar rahi thi. Uske baad meine uske gol-gol mast boobs apne dono haatho me bhar kar massage karte hue unke nipples ko choosne laga. Unko pura chuma, chata phir kya tha, mazza dono ko aa raha tha. Fir achanak Sandhya ne mujhe roka aur wah kitchen mein gayi aur wapas aane per uske hath mein honey ki bottle thi aur usne apne boobs per honey laga huwa tha. Meine bottle bed ke. Holly glared at him, she was his sister and the only girl at the party actually wearing a dress. The boys laughed and the girls glared at them.Joanne turned back around. "Who wrote that one?" she asked. "If you recognize your own message, you're supposed to tell us."No one admitted having written it. The girls all looked at each other, several of them shrugged. Joanne looked at Greg, who shrugged and looked around the room."Someone wrote that message," said Joanne. "They should just admit it.".