caught the winning touchdown to take the state championship. During the after-party at your house, you gave him a toast while I stood at his side with baby Jasmine.”
Bob groaned and shook his head. “Now I really feel like shit because I remember you, and your baby. Don’t tell Jim this, but I came to watch you just as much as I came to watch him. Jesus, you stood out.” He laughed at himself. “I’m sorry if I mistook you for a really expensive call girl, but you look too good to be true. Plus, I came so hard that I feel you deserve compensation.”
She laughed. “I’ll think of something.”
“I bet you will.”
Gina didn’t like how he said that, so she clarified the subject.
“Jimmy didn’t pay me to blow you, but he wanted to give my daughter bigger tits, so she asked if I could get some, too. Then, when I saw a video of you giving an investment speech, I asked him if you were single. A drunk killed my husband three years ago and you have no idea how hard it is to find a good, non-abusive, unmarried professional man who isn’t gay, ugly, or a wussy. Much less one who can make me cum hard. Can you make me cum hard, Bob?”
“God, I’d love to find out!” Bob gushed like a kid in a candy store.
“Generally, the better looking the single man after his thirties, the more repellent he becomes. Handsome men who never get married are always fucked up in some way.
“My husband, who was really good looking, was unusually picky. He once said that 99 % of women aren’t fuckable. Well, I think 99 % of all single men are not marriage material. Not that I need another marriage. But I do want another long term relationship with a man worthy of my time.”
“I’m too old for you.”
“You’re only 52. You are no older to me than Jimmy is to Jasmine. What you need is someone who takes care of you so that you live longer.”
“So, you want a long term relationship with a good man who treats you well and makes you cum hard. Yeah, I could do that. But you should know that I work really long hours.”
“Maybe you’ll work fewer hours if you know I’ll swallow you when you get home.”
He laughed easily now. “Yeah, that would work. But there has to be a catch. What if I don’t marry you?”
“Jimmy wants Jasmine to help him generate positive publicity for his space projects, which means hosting parties, attending charity events, and hanging out with celebrity gossipers. The more you work, the more my cleavage will hang out with them. If you won’t give me the stability a girl my age craves, then I have no doubt that someone else will.”
He now looked at her with respect. “That was well put! Non-threatening, not demanding, but clearly stated. I can even sympathize with your goals. I don’t want to grow old alone, either. If we ever do reach that point, would you be willing to sign a pre-nup?”
“Of course. Jasmine already has. For every month of their marriage, she’d gets $5000 a month, if they divorce.”
“That cheap bastard! If we ever marry and divorce, I’ll pay you $10,000 a month for every month of our marriage.”
“Agreed.”
Gina held out her hand. Surprised this was so easy, Bob shook it with enormous relief. They now took finances off the table. If something fucked up their relationship, it wouldn’t be money.
“I’m not a people person, so you will need to teach me,” Bob suggested.
“Lesson #1: I love to be flattered, and you haven’t even complimented me on my tits.”
He smiled. “They are impeccable. Not just nice, but fucking incredible. I came when I imagined myself cuming on them. Jesus, they look so good they belong in a magazine.”
“Want to see if they sag?” she asked.
“You’ve been reading my instruction manual.”
She took off her gorgeous thousand dollar red dress to reveal a killer body serving a life sentence for man- slutter.
“How would you like to enjoy this for the rest of your life?”
“Your body looks as wonderful as you are.”
“I’ll strip and give you a lap dance if you fuck the shit out of me afterwards.”
“What about our kids? They’re waiting for us at the restaurant.”
“Fuck’em. I need to get laid. And I suspect you do, too.”
“Beautiful and psychic? Oh, we are going to get along splendidly.”
CHAPTER 4
Near the Chimborazo Launch Center in beautiful, scenic Riobamba, Ecuador, ten couples and twenty guests entered a movie theater. The forty of them, plus the camera crew filming them for the reality show, sat in a custom-built Imax theater, looking almost straight up at a huge, immersive 3D screen. Images of space morphed before their eyes. The actor Morgan Freeman narrated the movie because everything sounds more profound when articulated by Morgan Freeman.
“Some galaxies have over a trillion stars. The Milky Way galaxy alone has 300 billion visible stars, and millions more too faint to detect. The universe may have one trillion visible galaxies (antimatter and dark matter galaxies may be invisible), some of which are 11 billion light years away.”
Jasmine started fiddling with James’ cock as soon as they sat down. James joked that she didn’t have an “off” button.
The visible universe contains as many as 300 sextillion stars. If only 1 % of those 300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars had habitable worlds; and only 1 % of those had simple life; and if only 1 % of those had complex life; and if only 1 % of those had intelligent life, then there is a lot of intelligent life in the universe. Like, about, 3,000,000,000,000,000. But that’s just one world with intelligent life out of every 10 million, or 3000 intelligent life forms per galaxy -1% of all star systems. If our galaxy has 3000 intelligent life forms, then the real question is not, are we alone in the universe? It’s, how close are our nearest neighbors?”
James and Jasmine had already started making out, so he felt under her mini-skirt as she spread her legs for him. He had not fooled around in a movie theater since Marcy Denardo in high school.
“The universe is 13.7 billion years old, at least 156 billion light-years across, flat, spherical, pinkish (lots of red dwarfs), mostly empty, and growing. The universe itself could be surrounded by multi-dimensional multi-verses, if those idiot-savants at string theory are correct. And the bigger it gets, the faster it grows, and the faster it grows, the bigger it gets, such that galaxies are flying ever farther away from each other. In several billion years, few galaxies will even be visible within our event horizon. The Milky Way will be a solitary island surrounded by an impassable ocean of empty space. When it takes billions of years to get from here to there, then you can’t get there from here.
“As for travel time, one light year is almost 10 trillion kilometers. Even traveling at half the speed of light, or over 1 million kilometers per hour, the closest stars are not really close. There are about 200 stars within 25 light years, 2000 stars within 50 light years, and 20,000 stars within 100 light years. Just visiting our closest neighbors will take millennia. If it took a million years just to colonize our galaxy, then it would take 100 million billion years to colonize 100 billion galaxies. Assuming one found a feasible way to cross the millions of light years that separate most galaxies.”
He petted Jasmine’s pussy mound like a kitty, and sure enough, Jasmine purred. His fingertip gently pushed her pubes like a hairbrush. She dug her fingernails into the back of his shirt to punish him for making her feel so good.
“Not to rush things, but Earth will be destroyed within a couple billion years anyways, either 1) when the Sun grows large enough to cook our planet; 2) when Andromeda, a galaxy twice as large than our own, crashes into the Milky Way at one million kilometers per hour (creating the Milkymeda or the Andromeda Way); or 3) when the Milky Way, which is part of a galactic club dubbed the Local Group, slams into the Virgo Cluster. Galaxy clusters are the largest structures in the universe bound by gravity (well, technically, super-clusters are), some containing 10,000
