“Cesilie?” Nick asked as he grabbed another piece of mango and popped it his mouth. The two were sprawled out on the floor, eating mango, listening to oldies, and talking about ridiculous things.

“What?” She asked rolling over too full to eat any more.

“Okay. I’ve got one.”

She groaned. “Another one?”

“Just listen. Okay. Explain the difference between having sex in outer space and having sex completely underwater.”

She reached up on the couch, grabbed a pillow, and hit him on the back of the head with it.

“No, I’m being serious here.”

She hit him again. “That is NOT a serious question. Neither is completely possible.”

“But just say for the sake of argument that WHAT IF they were possible, you know, with out an oxygen mask, scuba suit, space suit, space ship, or what ever. What would the difference be? They are both weightless environments, right?”

Grrrrrr. “Is this what you think of when you are traveling?”

“Just answer the question.”

“What time is it? Don’t you have to go back to your room? Why hasn’t Mike come looking for you?”

He scooted over and poked her in the side. “You said you’d answer 10 questions. Now answer.”

“I didn’t think they would be so off the wall.” She blew out a puff of air. “GOD! The ‘What if’ game at,” lifting her head to look at the clock, “2 o’clock in the morning!!!!”

“Answer the question.”

Sigh. SIGH! “No, they are not both completely weightless. Yes, outer space is weightless. Being underwater you have buoyancy. And in salt water, the ocean, you have more buoyancy. Outer space is a vacuum. So, the pressure in your body is greater than the pressure outside of your body. Without any type of suit to stabilize that you would EXPLODE. Gross. Not that it would matter much cause so would your partner. Also it is freezing in space so it would be frozen splattered body parts. Disgusting. Even if for some miracle you didn’t explode you’d be so cold you probably wouldn’t be able to feel anything or even move. Okay, so what if it wasn’t cold and you didn’t explode? Well, you damn well better hold on pretty tight to who ever you are with, because not only are you completely weight less, there is absolutely not friction to stop you. So if you let go you are gonna keep right on going, away and away and away, never to see your dear loved one again. Better get used to having sex alone in space unless you happen to be lucky enough to bump into some else who was foolish enough to try and have sex in space and who forgot about no friction, no gravity and let go of who ever they were with.”

By this point Nick was giggling hysterically and Cesilie was trying very hard to hold it together. She kept going with her analogy. After all he did ask. “Let’s see, underwater, in the ocean. Do we have gills? Can we breathe salt water? You might wanna make sure your body can adjust to the increased pressure of being underwater. See, without proper pressure stabilization if you go too deep underwater the increased pressure of the atmosphere on your body will cause your body to IMPLODE. Again GROSS! If you stay at a reasonable depth the water can be warm and soothing to your skin. And as long as you don’t mind the salt in your lungs and eyes this is probably an altogether much more pleasant experience than sex in outer space.” Then rolling over to look at the gasping Backstreet Boy on her hotel room floor, “Does that sufficiently answer your question?”

All he could do at the moment was nod his head. “Good. I think that makes 8 answered, if my count is correct.” Placing the pillow she had used to hit him with behind her head she once again lay down on her back wondering what outrageous question he was going to come up with next. She also wondered how she let him talk her into the silly game to begin with. Oh yeah, the cute smile and please had something to do with it. I think that falls under the category of 'I was sucker punched.'

Finally he stopped laughing and was quiet for a few minutes. “Well?” She asked.

“Well, I’m thinking. Gimme a second here.”

“Oh God help me. Do I even want to know what’s gonna come out of your mouth next?”

“Hey! That was a good question; very insightful, thank you very much.” He pouted.

“Oh, okay, if you say so.”

“I do say so, and I have my next question. You ready?” He scooted over to her.

Sigh. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“Now pay close attention, cause this one is serious.” He got close to her and looked her right in the eyes. She just knew he was going to come out with something so crazy she was going to end up laughing right in his face. It was hard to keep the smile from her face. “I’m being serious here.”

“Okay, okay.” She tried to be serious.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

<~ Chapter 6 or Chapter 8 ~>


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