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om his chest. But he acted
like he didn't notice.
Well, I lost that game big time. Cyril got the
initiative and kept it, mopping the board up with me. When
he captured my king, I made a joke of it. "You brazen hussy,
you were flaunting yourself at me just to win a game."
Cyril laughed more easily than any American man I've
known. "Well, you win any way you can. Another game?"
"Sure, but it IS awful hot. Okay if I shuck this suit
of mine?"
"Sure, go ahead." Cyril waved, and set up the board while
I shucked my jumpsuit.
It's no easy thing, in free fall, to do ANYTHING! Your
body gets to moving and before you know it, you're spinning
faster and faster. I finished getting out of the suit, looked
around, to find myself floating over Cyril's head.
"Give me a hand down." I asked Cyril, a common request
in free fall. Cyril nodded, found me (with no up and down,
it can be a chore finding someone even in the same room. Your
mind rebels against the outrageousness of it all) and grabbed
me by the elastic band of my briefs, yanked me down. I don't
kno
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