James Robert McCrimmon glanced apprehensively at Zoe Heriot.  They both stood overlooking the beautiful hills and valleys of the Eye of Orion.  Jamie stood nervously fiddling with the flared sleeve of his shirt.  Again, he glanced at Zoe.

     “Zoe?  There’s somethin’ I’ve been meanin’ t’ask yeh.  Only...I don’t know...it’s just that I’m feelin’ a wee bit nervous about yer answer.”

     Zoe smiled up at him, “Jamie, if you’re going to ask what I think you are, there’s no reason to worry.”

     “Really?  Well, in that case...Zoe?”

     “Yes, Jamie?”  She held her breath in anticipation.

     “D’ya think I could borrow one of yer leather miniskirts t’wear to Dr. Sullivan’s stag party?”
 
 

2000--by  Commander Illani