Up until now, he didnt know they could. God, baby, your back is so toned. Oh, my lats. Yeah, the electric can-opener broke. Ive been opening them manually. It should by all rights just be acting anyway. It was, a few minutes ago. A simple walk-by, some flirts bounced back and forth, the cashier looking on and getting jealous and wanting him for herself, dropping his faux girl and reaping the benefits. Actors pulled it off so easily on TV; for someone as acting-honed as Roger, it should have been a cinch. With these big strong hands? Ah, they make me feel so safe. Thanks. Cans again. Maybe thats half the problem. Maybe one or both of them is too into the role set for them. Yeah, thats it. She’s played the part too well; she’s become more enthusiastic than needed in the clasping of the appendages. His body is just following suit and the hormones are confused, is all. Ill tell you the cans I like. But even with this in mind, its a little fickle, even for Roger. His planets sentient species is reputed for indecision when it comes to prospective partners; hell, hes gotten through many an alien, and human, in his lifetime; but even so, hes never known it to be so intense before. Its like a switch has been flicked, a target manipulated under the smoke-screen. Oh …to be continued!

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