“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 times the mass of the Milky Way. Each galaxy has millions of black holes, so a galaxy cluster could have billions of black holes, all heading our way. Talk about a cluster-fuck.
“Our Milky Way galaxy itself has shredded hundreds of smaller galaxies, and even now is devouring the dwarf galaxy Sagittarius, a la Borg. (A “dwarf” galaxy has less than a billion stars, compared to one trillion for the big boys). 15–20 mini-galaxies orbit the Milky Way.”
He inserted his first finger deep into her soaking wet pussy and everyone in the theater heard her gasp. The thought that the camera crews would record them having sex only turned her on that much more.
“And just when one thought it couldn’t get any worse, astronomers using radio telescopes discovered an invisible galaxy, presumably made of either dark matter or antimatter, in the Virgo Cluster, 50 million light-years away, but closing quickly. The entire galaxy, called VIRGOHI21 (because Holy Fucking Shit didn’t sound sciencey), has no visible stars, even though it has enough mass to qualify as a galaxy. Invisible galaxies may not be pretty but, in astronomy terms, they are still pretty attractive.
“Since matter and antimatter explode on contact, and since that explosion is the most powerful known to science, it will be interesting for our doomed descendants to watch an entire invisible galaxy full of the stuff crash into our neighborhood at a million kilometers per hour.”