The lane of foot traffic they were a part of​ pressed slowly forward towards the other side of the exhibit.

     "Look straight ahead, straight ahead," Estelle said.

​     "Nacy, you're not looking straight ahead," Brock said. 

​     "Neither are you. Neither am I." Gramps said. "Everyone's so shiny. Where are they getting all that oil?"

​     "From those basins over there. See?"

     "Oh my God, look at that. They must be setting some sort of world's record."

     "All the women are shaving these days," Brock commented.

     They had to raise their voices to hear each other speak, the moans and gasps were so loud.

     "You're not supposed to be noticing stuff like that," Estelle said. "Look straight ahead. Straight..." Then they all laughed. The situation had gotten so ridiculous so fast. "Look at the member of that one guy. It's like a tree trunk."

​     Nacy nodded and smiled.

     "He can't be real," Gramps said. "He's got to be a simulate." 

     "She certainly isn't seeing him as any sort of simulate," Brock said. "Look at the way she's...ooo....ooo...now that's what I call a climax."

     "I wonder how many of these people are the customers and how many are the simulates," Gramps asked. "It's impossible to tell when everyone's got their clothes off."

​     "Those two there," Brock said. "They have to be simulates. I mean, I can imagine one person having sex while doing a handstand, but both..." 

     "It's a travesty is what it is," Estelle said. "It's a desecration of the entire concept of making love. Having sex with someone you love is the finest thing in life. It enriches. This kind of sex destroys." 

     "Yeah, okay, but still...only once...maybe twice...over a lifetime?' 

     Shawnacy continued to smile, and then they were on the other side of the exhibit.

CONTINUE