"The one in the skirt, I mean kilt, we are trying to decide....well, wethink he might be wearing a slip, and, we're trying to guess the color."The wom...n frowned, then expressed her doubts, "Men, or young men, don'tusually wear slips, or skirts, for that matter. Don't they wear nothingunder a kilt?" The younger sister smiled, "Most young men wouldn't, but that one .....Wehave watched him put on, well wear, and maybe enjoy frillies all hislife." The older woman, frowning again, "You know him?". "We'll do the shots of Bud in the car first," Stevie said as they drove through town, "and then we'll get to you girls skinny-dipping." A regular D.W. Griffith, that's what you are," Goldie said and blew a cloud of cigarette smoke out her window.Stevie explained the simple plot to them as Bud left the town and searched for the dirt road that would take them to where Stevie wanted to film. Stevie, excited at the prospect of making a movie, became quite animated as he described the story."All. ”I sat back and pushed the data films away as I reached for my ready bag, “Tell me it is off world.”He laughed and nodded his head, “A prisoner transfer to Graham.”I stood as Dragon leaped from her perch and flew towards me, “Let Amanda know I went out?”He chuckled, “She is down in dispersing getting your vouchers.”I stopped when I reached him and sighed, “Simon...”He put his hand on my shoulder, “It has been three months since the emperor asked. You have made your choices but the two of you. ” “All right, all right,” he said. “Well played, motherfucker. Get it away.” “You sure? You wanna be smart, put a move on it, I'll let you.” “Move,” he said forcefully, although still with a laugh in his voice. I flopped down onto my bunk, not bothering to cover up. “I'll get you back for that shit,” he said. “Yeah?” I said. “Gonna get some wood and wave it in my face? Got news for ya: You're there. All you gotta do is drop your shorts.” I pointed at the obvious erection that was tenting.