"Well, he has no brains.” Greta answered, “As you will no doubt find out when we get off this Berge."
"I do have brains!" Balls snarled back like a lion trying to protect her young.
"Who went in there than and challenged Kilutas, while making out with her wife!" Baxter supplied, relishing the idea of bringing it up. He enjoyed her recounting the tale; she knew it chapter and verse.
Baxter lumbered into his seat; there was a G stick there, with which to drive the ship.
"It was not like, that!" Balls stammered, looking anywhere but at Greta
Who was smiling at him? She had been willing try and stops the gale of laughter that was threatening to burst through her lips like a dam bursting. The corners of her mouth had gone up, to indicate what he was not supposed to have ever done.
"Well, where was he?" Simone asked, laughing a little as she said, this to him, winking at him.
"In her bed!" Dancer roared, the laughter exploded from out of his mouth.
"Where were you?" Greta probed, as she continued to goad him, into telling his tale. His face was red with embarrassment.
"Well, I guess. In her bed!" he said, slowly as if to say he did not wish to say, it, but if he did not they would no doubt do it for him. They were simply wonderful.
"What did I tell you?" Greta asked as she looked at his groin, as he brought his hands down to cover it, with them.
"But!" Balls declared looking forlorn, "Keep your butt out of the conversation, lass!"
"And what were you doing there, if I may ask?" Simone asked as if this was what made her day.
"Making out with her!" Balls suggested, softly as if hoping that the kids did not hear what he had said, but when he looked their way. It was apparent they hear him say this.
"Is that not, what I said!" Simone asked as she looked at him like a judge finally deciding the verdict of the jury before her.
"Well," he responded after looking down at his feet, dragging his toe across the floor of the ship. Slapping his hands over his balls, in a hurried fashion. As if to hide them.