"What the hell are you doin' in there!" Came the boys booming voices.After I tried on a few, I told her it was her modeling show and I would still the...natives out in the living room.She told me to get Mark to put on some good music and she would be ready.When I went out to the living room, Mark had already "set the stage". It looked liked a ramp at a fashion show, complete with lights and everything!"What were you doing,?" Brian asked me surrepticiously as if we had eaten each other's pussies. She was all flustered. She had intended relaxing in the bath before dressing for him. She hated rushing; hurrying was going to take the edge off it all. “There was a crash on the by-pass,” she told him. Tom was looking down at her carrier bag. He too had heard of the new shop. “I know,” he responded without looking up. “I just missed it.” Carla glanced down at him. She could see the bulge forming in his pants. “I... I was hoping to get back early.” Tom looked up at her. “Not to worry. I’ve. As he was passing outagain he realized it was Ensign Anderson's voice he had used. * * * *Counsellor Troi, Doctor Crusher, and Captain Picard met in the ready room todiscuss this strange situation."So Ensign Anderson believes she is Commander Barkley?" asked Picard."I believe it is more complicated than that, Sir," said Beverly, "I believeEnsign Anderson IS Commander Barkley." But how?" I asked Geordi, and he said there have been a handful of strange. "Nah. Never could shoot." Tell me about it."So he did. We found a comfortable place to sit against the wall where we could stand guard against any unintentional intrusions on Sandy and Pete, and Steve told me about playing hockey. He told me about the thrill of speeding down the ice and the joy in slapping the puck hard. Inaccurately, he admitted, but hard. He talked about some of his mishaps—learning how to skate backwards and how to hit the boards without knocking himself down. He got me.