You see, I've found a substitute for women. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about w...at it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much better than nothing. What had begun as ordinary kiddy daydreams turned into a powerful obsession. The. The week went all to quickly . Every morning Meg would wait for her post but nothing of interest came. Only the relentless bills and eternal junk mail.Then on the very last day the postman rang at the door . There was a letter ro sign for and Meg knew what it was. So did the postman as he smiled .“Who’s been a naughty girl then “ he said as he produced and electronic pen and handed it to Meg to sign .“I suppose I have “ said Meg with a wry and nervous smile.“I have dozens of these to deliver. A glass of whitewine and some candles burned on the edge of the bath as he sank happilyinto the lavender scented bubbles and relaxed.Late the next day, Simon drove home in his new car. He'd had some strangelooks as he parked his pale purple Mazda convertible but guessed peoplewere jealous. He went inside laden down with shopping bags, he lovedshopping...... Didn't he?He was back at Dr Whites early for his appointment and spent some timeflirting with Clara, he could tell she fancied him. It must. Behind the workstation stood a long table covered by old fashioned decks of paper and pencils. Most amazing in the compound and the last thing to note, before the unusual staff, was a docking station with what appeared to be a one person space pod in the shape of a rather drolly cartoony rocket.“Welcome, sir Sheldon”. Two black, metallic humans greeted Sheldon in a voice like tinkling bells. They both were bold and looked exactly the same. Under matching silvery lab coats they wore sport.