By the end of the first week of the patrol most of the crew had still not opened up to him. Only one, the ships assistant weapons officer, was openly ...hostile towards him. His name was Chartalen. After several verbal shots at Michael, the Captain had ordered Chartalen to keep his opinions to himself.In the middle of the second week Michael finally made friends with one of the crew. He was in the ships mess hall. It was really just a small room with four small tables and eight chairs. The ships. He made a production of squatting to check the gas tank connections and turning on the valve, then punching the igniter as he turned on each of the burners -- then he turned to me. "You want to tell me what magic spell you just cast over Emily?" Emily?" I asked blankly."Mimi's mother." Oh." I hadn't gotten her name the day before -- just Mama... "They're up to something, Sir -- those women. I'm a victim."He pursed his lips, eyeing me, then nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right. From the looks. What changed my mind a couple of days later was when Michelle flaked out on another promise to meet me. It was an oppressively hot and humid afternoon, but I decided to leave campus and head downtown. I decided halfway through the subway ride to get off at 23rd Street and check out the Albion that Peter had recommended.When I arrived outside the place, I was feeling better. I’ll just have a couple of beers here and relax.As I opened the door and walked in, I noticed there was only one person at. ..”“You know, I wondered about the ‘sex with everybody’ thing. First off, it is hard to picture you as an indian. Not that I have any idea what you look like, but ... you just don’t sound like they do. Secondly, I was sure that he just wanted to get into my ... well, you know...”“I cannot blame him for that, it is pretty nice in there.”“Well, I have not ... I have not believed those things. I admit I used to be easy to talk out of my panties, a month ago I would have done them all ... but that.