The fabrication had taken years and much of it was done on my say-so alone. I didn't want to wait decades till the math, experimental flights and cond...itions could be proven. Earlier launches with unmanned loads indicated that it was fairly safe. I hoped it so safe that I did not even wear a heavy, cumbersome spacesuit. I was dressed in casual-looking clothes that happened to be the uniform used by my company. Nobody knew it but I had stolen shamelessly from the future Star Trek series for. I guess there were guys who dodged thecum-heads for the good of the whole. I’d even heard ofa few guys trying to castrate themselves to avoid anover eager partner’s “passion”. What a bunch of idiots.As for me, like most single guys I decided to make thebest of it. I went from telemarketer and part timecomputer repair guy to Joe the Gigolo. I’m not the onlyone of course. Most guys are waiting for a miracle tosave us (sort of). Others, like myself were doing. He like me had tears streaming down his face and was only standing with support. "Stand and walk," my guard ordered. Like a zombie I did so. At last something clicked in my brain. It mattered not whether I was dragged screaming and bawling to the post or whether I walked with some dignity, either way I would receive the same punishment. I started to walk but was stopped by Roger resolutely sitting down in the dirt. My guard undid the chain between us. "Walk on," he said again and like a horse. ‘You know, Shane, in the part of me that believed your offer was possible, I really figured I wouldn’t be able to resist, ahem, ‘dem titties,’ as you put it.’ She giggled and cupped her tits for him. Both men stared, she wanted to slap the other guy, but whatever. Sir was all that really mattered. She was his toy, after all, and hopefully would get herself fucked. ‘Only now… I worry I may have overlooked her other charms. Seriously, my friend… dat ass, as you would say.’ She grinned and twirled.