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【正文】 ckle. Yet if it was formed with the others, it ought to be less eccentric. The Polo shrugged. 39。s tongue had started at Cirocco39。 some of the stops along the way had been outrageous. Now he was worrying her earlobe with his lips and teeth, tugging gently to turn her around. She let it happen. He nudged her shoulder with his chin and nose to get her turning faster. She began to rotate. She feltw what he was doing. She locked her legs around his hips and let him do the moving. Bill was forty, the oldest of the crew, and had a face dominated by a lumpy nose and jowls that could have graced a bassett h ound. He was balding and his teeth were not pretty. But his body was lean and hard, ten years younger than his face. His hands were neat and clean, precise in their movements. He was good with machinery, but not the greasy, noisy kind. H is tool kit wou ld fit in his shirt poc ket, tools so tiny that Cirocco wouldn39。s charms had not interested Gene, her second choice. Mat are you smiling about? Bill asked. Don39。re giving me enough reason? she countered, a little breathlessly. But the truth was she had been thinking of how amusing the four of them must have looked to Bill, who had stayed out of the shuffle of bodies. That seemed to be his style, to sit back and let people sort themselves out, then move in when it began to be depressing. Calvin had certainly been depressed. So had Cirocco. Whether from preoccupation with Gaby or just inexperience, Calvin had no t been much of a lover. Cirocco thought it was a little of both. He was quiet, shy, and bookish. His records showed he had spent most of his life in school, carrying an academic load that left little room for fun. Gaby just didn39。t seem to care, either. Cirocco sent out signals that could have drawn her five to We if the FCC had known about them, but Gene wasn39。t know what the problem was with Calvin and Gaby。t like that much, and the rest of his technique was no better. When he was through making cove, it al most seemed he expected to he thanked. Cirocco had never been easily impressed。s Third Law of Motion, the one that used to refer to , action and reaction. Cirocco had done some calculations on the matter, and had found that the force of ejaculation was not nearly enough to accoun t for the asmic acceleration she always observed at that moment. The cause was certainly spasms of the large muscles of the leg, but the effect was beautiful and a little frightening, as though they had be e big, fleshy balloons losing air, forced away from each other at the moment of closest approach. They would careen and carom, and finally e to rest together again. Bill felt it building, too. He grinned, and the hydroponic lamps made his crooked teeth luminescent. PUBIREL DISPATCH 0056 5112125 DSV RINGMASTER (NASA 447D, LS/1, HOUSTONCOPER NICUS GCR BASELINE) IONES, CIROCCO, MISCOM FOR PARAPHRASING AND IMMEDIATE RELEASE BEGINS: Gaby has settled on Themis as the name for the new moon. Calvin agrees with her, though they arrived at the name from differe nt directions. Gaby mentions the alleged sighting of (what would have been) a tenth moon of Saturn by William Henry Picketingdiscoverer of Phoebe, Saturn39。 see PU BIREL DI SPATCH 0009,113124) and a sixth is called Titan. Themis was a Titan, so Calvin39。formation, the result of a collision betwee n Rhea and a wandering asteroid. Themis might be the remnant of that asteroid, or a chunk knoc ked off of Rhea itself. So Themis is proving an interesting challenge for that wonderful gang of idiots you all know so well by now, the crew of the D SV Ringmaster. Cirocco leaned bac k from the typer touchplate, stretched her arms over her head, and cracked her knuc kles. Tripe, she muttered. Also bullshit. The green letters glowed on the screen in front of her, still with no period at the bottom. It was a part of her job she a lways delayed as long as possible, but the NA SA flacks could no longer be ignored. Themis was a n uninteresting chunk of roc k, by all indications, but the publicity department was desperate for something to hang a story on. They also wanted human interest, personality journalism, as they called it. Cirocco tried her best, but could not bring herself to go into the kind of detail the release writers wanted. Which hardly mattered anyway, since what she had just written would be edited, rewritten, discussed in conference, and generally jazzed up to humanize the astronauts. Cirocco sympathized with their goal. Few people gave a damn about the space program. They felt the money could he better spen t on Earth, on Luna, and at the LS colonies. Why pour money down the rathole of exploration when there was so much benefit to be derived from things that were established on a businesslike basis, like Earthorbita l manufacturing? Exploration was terribly expensive, and there was nothing at Saturn but a lot of rock and vacuum. She was trying to think of some fresh, new way to justify her presence on the fir st exploratory mission in eleven years when a face appeared on her screen. It might have been April, and it might have been August. Captain, I39。s okay. I wasn39。t care. But April and August were not ordinary twins. Their full names were April 15/02 Polo and August 3/02 Polo. That was what was written on their respective test tubes, and th at is what the scientists who had been their midwives had put on the birth certificates. W39。t want to make it sound too brutal, A ugust had said on that occasion, a night when som e glasses of Bill39。m sure a lot of them loved us. She had taken another drink. After all, she said, we cost a lot of money. What the scientists got for their money was five quiet, rather spooky geniuses, which is just what they ordered. Cirocco doubted they had bargained for the incestuous homosexuality, but felt they should have e