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so cogently
put. There's a vaccuum for your urine, too.
I had the board set up when Cyril reappeared. He hadn't
rezipped his jumpsuit any higher than his navel. "It's a bit
hot here on the sunside." he commented. "I hope you don't
mind."
Mind? Mind getting free looks at that hairy chest of
his? I should say not! "Of course not. Get comfortable."
I said.
Cyril did, and when he sat down, the jumpsuit bulged 'way
open. More than it possibly could under gravity, it
practically stood a foot out from 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, l
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