I. Riker was head of my class at Starfleet Academy, but I was Boothby’s favourite because I never crashed the shuttlecraft. Riker had a tiny butt and unhurried pace — what would he run from? Not me, hiding from the other boys during recess, reading Journey to the Centre of the Moon. Riker told me he was […]
Archive | August, 2009
Cocktail Party
You haven’t gained a pound More like ten or fifteen I’d have known you anywhere Just not here You don’t look a day older Several decades at least That hairdo is very pretty On someone else What a nice dress But not on you I loved the cheesecake Too bad it arrived spoiled I’m happy […]