" Let me see your scores," the captain ordered. The display was from zero to 999. The impossible perfect score was a thousand points: 999 was the "pos...sible" score but a professional score was around 400. "Hmm, 398, not bad. I score over 700." Good thing you're the captain," I said."Your three hours are up," Manny commanded. "Come with me."Did I neglect to mention that the ship's uniform was skin? That we were both nude? In jump space, there's little need for watch standing. Alarms will alert. His right eye involuntarily twitched under theclosed lid and soon his lips followed suit, spasming in small jumps andthen settling in a new wider-spread, softer form, like the petals of aflower just opened in the spring.The process was now more than half way through its journey acrossWilliam's face. He sensed his new petite nose retreating into place ashis left eye began its transformation, just as its right hand twin hadbefore it. With the process drawing to its finish near his left. It was obvious he knew what I was going to say."Yes, Megan," he said. "But I don't want to hear it. You are by far thebest singer in this chorus, and I would be remiss if I didn't use yourtalents. I know that you don't want to be a lead, but I urge you toreconsider. You can do a lot for this class. They look up to you."I paused, unsure of how to respond to that. He had made it sound like nottaking the lead would be akin to me letting the whole class down. I didn'tthink it was that dire."But. I can't afford you." We can do this again, Lionel. Not regularly or anything, and that's what you need."She stood and sat in front of him and worked his face, arms, hands and chest. He tentatively raised his hand to touch her breasts, miracles of moderation. She grabbed his hand when it retreated and returned it where they wanted it."Get a membership at the Y or some workout place and find a nice masseuse and have her work you two times a week at least. Once your muscles release their toxins.