"That got an even bigger smile."It is an illusion, Mr. Handley. We haven't moved from my father's laboratory. I doubt it would fool a Morling for long...." It's certainly working on me," I said. "I can smell those flowers." It would not be a complete illusion otherwise, Mr. Handley."I took a sip of the drink that I found I still had in my hand."How 'bout if you call me Rick 'til I have to leave?" Rick," she repeated, as if the name were an unfamiliar one. Maybe there had been some Hitler. Within a couple of minutes I again felt the hands on my cheeks, and within seconds they were under my skirt on my bare thighs. I must have jumped a bit at this intimate contact because a deep voice whispered in my ear: “Keep still and quiet, babe…”I was now feeling quite turned on and when the hands reached up to squeeze my ass cheeks, I just spread my legs as far as my skirt allowed. Again a whisper sounded in my ear: “Good girl…”As I stood there I felt a finger rubbing along my ass crack. For. Running home, she threw the telegram on the dinette and lay on her bed sobbing and pounding the pillows with her fists. It wasn’t fair. They’d barely started their life and now it was all over. She was furious. She was angry at God for not watching out for her man. She was angry at the idiots running the war for wasting his life for some ocean cesspool that they would abandon as soon as they had won it. But she was mostly angry at herself for having fallen so hard and having loved so deeply and. I'd like to do something, but I don't know what. Do you have any good ideas?" Well, I do," Bob said sheepishly, "but I'm afraid no one will take it seriously." Bob," Steve said, "we've been friends our whole lives. This is heart attack serious. If your plan won't work, there may at least be a kernel of an idea that we can build around. Come on, spill."Bob shrugged. "I'd like to share the briefest outline of the plan with you now, and then let you think about it all afternoon. I think your first.