The captainheard the tale, interviewed the luscious girl, enjoyedher while reclining his is favorite leather chair andassigned her to his cadre. The n...xt month she was onthe cover of Bupers slick publication and was invitedto make a series of instructional tubes for trainingpurposes. They were quickly pirated and widelycirculated.By the end of the first rotation, even before the newship ventured into space on a trial cruise, severalbridge members asked to transferred out to lessstrenuous duty. " I suggested. It was what mother always told me to do when I had failed to occupy myself sufficiently. The mistake I made was, my mother wasn't taking any classes.She surprised me then.We have a piano in our house. It's an old wooden upright, made cheaply in its time but is probably somewhat valuable as an antique. It was never tuned nor played as far as I knew, but it made a great shelf for ceramic knickknacks. My mother rose from the table and went into the living room. After overcoming no. "Margaret blew on her hands. She put a hand on the side of the tub and leaned, to stop the bathroom from rocking. Then she turned and gave her friend a look of complete incomprehension. It would have been funny in a comedy. Pure shtick, the character taking long moments to realize what she had just heard. Or Wile E. Coyote running across the air, delaying his doom by lack of realization. It wasn't at all funny to Margaret, who didn't get the joke because there wasn't any joke. "What do you. Mom finally pulled out of my arms. "I've got to get the sauce started. I can't stand here all day making out with you," she said, lightly punching my chest. "Go in and tell your Dad hello."Ah. So we were making out, were we?When I went into the den, Dad was glad to see me."Where have you been?," he asked, laughing. "The roads blocked between your apartment and here? It must have been a month since you were in this house."I loved hearing that. It told me that Mom might not have mentioned to him.