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most of them. She thought it was more in his eyes, which were soft and brown and liquid. And his
smile.
Those eyes and that smile had done nothing for Gaby, just as Cirocco's charms had not interested
Gene, her second choice.
"Mat are you smiling about?" Bill asked. "Don't you think you're giving me enough reason?" she
countered, a little breathlessly. But the truth was she had been thinking of how amusing the four
of them must have looked to Bill, who had stayed out of the shuffle of bodies. That seemed to be
his style, to sit back and let people sort themselves out, then move in when it began to be
depressing.
Calvin had certainly been depressed. So had Cirocco. Whether from preoccupation with Gaby or just
inexperience, Calvin had not been much of a lover. Cirocco thought it was a little of both. He was
quiet, shy, and bookish. His records showed he had spent most of his life in school, carrying an
academic load that left little room for fun.
Gaby just didn't care. The Science Module of Ringmaster was the finest toy a girl ever had. She
loved her work so much she had joined the astronaut corps and graduated at the top of her class so
she could watch the stars without an annoying atmosphere, even though she hated to travel. When
she was working she noticed nothing else, did not think it odd that Calvin spent almost as much
time in SCIMOD as she did, waiting for the chance to hand her a photographic plate or a lens cloth
or the keys to his heart.
Gene didn't seem to care, either. Cirocco sent out signals that could have drawn her five to We if
the FCC had known about them, but Gene wasn't receiving. He just grinned with that boyish, tousle-
haired Aryan ideal face and talked about flying. He was to be the pilot of the Satellite Excursion
Module when the ship reached Saturn. Cirocco liked flying, too, but there came a time when a woman
wanted to do something else.
But eventually Calvin and Cirocco got what they had wanted. Soon after, neither wanted it anymore.
Cirocco didn't know what the problem was with Calvin and Gaby; neither of them talked about it,
but it was obvious that it worked only passably at best. Calvin continued to see her, but she saw
Gene, too.
Gene had apparently been waiting for Cirocco to stop chasing him. As soon as she did, he began to
sidle up and breathe heavily in her ear. She didn't like that much, and the rest of his technique
was no better. When he was through making cove, it al- most seemed he expected to he thanked.
Cirocco had never been easily impressed; Gene would have been astonished to learn where he fell on
her scale of one to ten.
Bill had happened almost by accident-though she had since learned that few accidents happened
around Bill. One thing led to another, and now they were about provide a pornographic
demonstration of Newton's Third Law of Motion, the one that used to refer to , action and
reaction."
Cirocco had done some calculations on the matter, and had found that the force of ejaculation was
not nearly enough to account for the orgasmic acceleration she always observed at that moment. The
cause was certainly spasms of the large muscles of the leg, but the effect was beautiful and a
little frightening, as though they had become big, fleshy balloons losing air, forced away from
each other at the moment of closest approach. They would careen and carom, and finally come to
rest together again.
Bill felt it building, too. He grinned, and the hydroponic lamps made his crooked teeth
luminescent.



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