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Questions, Questions

"Mind your own business, Bones." The lift door swooshed open and

an irritated captain strode out and down the corridor towards the

Officers' Mess, looking for coffee to start his day.

"Aw, c'mon Jim, don't be like that. Give a lonely old man the

benefit of your experiences." McCoy was trotting to keep up with

him, more than a little miffed when the "old man" line went by

unprotested.

"No."

"You're not telling me you didn't? Hell, man, you saved her

life, not to mention the planet, not to mention the planet next

door. You're not telling me she wasn't grateful?" Surely Jim wasn't

going just the faintest shade of pink, was he?

"Doctor McCoy, I am sick to death of your prurient interest in my

sex-life. How would you like it if I wanted all the details of

yours?"

"I wouldn't mind."

"All right then, when was the last time you had sex?"

"2355."

That stopped the captain dead in his tracks. Horrified (with just

the merest soupçon on self-satisfaction) he turned to look at his

friend. "But, Bones, that's years ago."

McCoy turned away and sauntered down the corridor. "Whadda ya

mean, years ago? It's only 0800 now."

The End

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