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food for two weeks, and so on. So
once we learned how long we had to wait, we put the shuttle
on automatic and went back to wait out the time.
Cyril and I exchanged off-color stories like we always
did. I was used to "playing straight" around the other crew
members; while officially the agency didn't care if you were
gay, it could get sticky if they found out. My problem was,
my best story was a strictly gay one. It was all I could
think of. But how to tell the story without giving it away?
Best to change it so that one of the characters was a
woman. I started in (it's a long story and an old one, I
won't bore you with it here) and he was enjoying it. I
enjoyed swapping stories because the English have a different
sort of humor from ours; an old joke to us is a new one to
them and vice versa.
Trouble was, I got confused in telling the story. I
changed the sex of the wrong character half-way through, and
ended up with a mess. When I got to the punchline, Cyril was
looking at me very curiously, and I knew there was
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