But he felt he was up to the task. “Lets see, perhaps generating a micro-black hole and manipulating the gravity field. Yes, that would work. Why bo...her pushing the ship through space, when you can just bend space and bring your destination to the ship.” He began to type away at an equation that would make both Einstein and Hawking turn and say ‘could you put that in simple terms?’ But to Dexter and his super computer, it made perfect sense.He could hear footsteps approaching, Dede was. How did you two meet?” I place my hand on her knee. She has stockings on, and I wonder if they are pantyhose or if she has suspenders on. “I met my husband, Tom, in college in the early seventies. I was one of those hippies, you know the ones. Stop the war, free love, lots of psychedelic drugs. We were protesting in front of the chemistry building when Tom walked out and bumped into me. I started to yell at him, and he kissed me to shut me up.” I lean over and kiss her again, sliding my hand. It was during vacation when it all started. I use to be at home during afternoons and so as my aunt. One such afternoon my mom asked me to pick up some stuff from my indu’s place. I was ok with it as its kind of routine for my mom to send me off to work or fetch something when I am at home. So I went to indu’s house and rang the bell. There was no answer from inside. I was curious as to why no one answering the door but moments later indu answered the door. She was just in a towel needless to. . well. . .that's it." Again Logan just looked at me for what seemed like a long time. I was acutely aware of how I looked standing there, with my arms behind me causing my breasts to push out against my top, and my short skirt revealing most of my legs. I thought about sitting down again, but I didn't. Finally he spoke. "So," he said, "you're telling me I can do anything I want with you, right?" I'm hardly in a position to stop you," I said."Bullshit," Logan said. "You can scream the place.