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Late one evening, travisb was walking towards the flight deck, tired from a long day spent conlanging with yaali. travisb sighed, exhausted but unwilling to sleep. Recently his nights had been filled with vivid dreams of yodeling dhok, stroking his gorgeous elbow with his foot. Mmm, thinking about dhok was having an immediate effect on travisb's anatomy. He loosened his clothes to stroke lightly at his foot, and was just starting to enjoy it when yaali came suddenly into sight. Thinking fast, travisb ducked silently in IRC

As yaali went on his way, travisb paused to look around and realised that he wasn't alone. dhok was there beside him. He was about to speak, when he realised that dhok hadn't noticed his arrival. For good reason! dhok was sprawled half naked at travisb's feet, groaning as though engaged in a bout of throat-singing and rubbing his elbow vigorously. travisb blushed and waited for dhok to finish, not quite resisting the urge to touch his own elbow in sympathy. Finally dhok's back arched and he climaxed loudly, crying out 'travisb!' travisb coughed.

'What are you doing here?' dhok said.

'I was just passing.' travisb replied with an unconvincing smile.

'Oh well, I suppose you had to find out eventually.'

'Find out what?'

'That ever since we met I've been dashing in here to play with my elbow and pretend you were doing it.' dhok sighed, but didn't look too upset, perhaps because he'd spotted travisb plucking thoughtfully at his own elbow. travisb felt suddenly bold.

'Touching your own elbow is nice,' he said, 'but wouldn't you rather rub it against my foot?' dhok's eyes grew huge.

'Of course, but I thought you wouldn't be interested.'

'What made you think that?'

'I've seen the nude photomanips of Rhetorica that you keep your cabin.'

'Oh, that. No, I made them for yaali so he'd have something to do other than conlanging with me.'

'What's wrong with conlanging?'

'Nothing, I'd just rather have a night of yodeling with you.'

Meanwhile . . .

. . . Caroline was hanging around the teleport bay when she heard a sudden cry from the direction of the flight deck. Snapping immediately to alertness, she leapt up and dashed towards the sound. It sounded as though dhok was in serious danger! Within seconds, she'd almost reached the source of the cries. She dashed forward only to reel back at the sight of travisb and dhok naked in front of her. travisb was sprawled over dhok, trying to pull some sort of waffle iron out of his left ear!

'What's going on?' she said, shocked.

travisb looked worried.

'This was yodeling dhok,' he said, 'when he asked me to use the waffle iron on him. I did, but then it got stuck.'

'It didn't mean stick it into my left ear, dhok complained, 'it's supposed to be used on your nostril.' travisb tried to pull the waffle iron out again, and dhok groaned and kicked him.

Caroline looked down at the struggling men. She felt slightly jealous. After all, she'd often wanted to try a little yodeling with travisb herself. Still, dhok looked so helpless with the abused waffle iron sticking out of his left ear that she couldn't remain angry for long.

'Perhaps I should help,' she offered 'After all, it can't stay there forever.' travisb looked up at her with a combination of embarassment and gratitude..

'I'll hold dhok by the eyeball while you grab hold of the waffle iron.'

Nodding, Caroline knelt and took hold of the waffle iron. It was slightly warm, as though travisb had been using it on his foot.

'Pull!' travisb shouted.

'Ouch!' dhok cried as the waffle iron came out with a loud the screeching of a rabid raccoon in heat.

'Thankyou Caroline,' travisb and dhok both said at once.

'No problem,' Caroline said with a grin. 'Would you mind if I kept the waffle iron as a souvenir?'

'Yes, I would,' dhok said. 'I'm using it on travisb tomorrow.'

'Ah well,' Caroline said, regretfully. She gave a last saucy wink to travisb and headed off in the direction of the teleport bay. She'd be thinking about travisb and the warm waffle iron for a long time to come.