This week, Uncle Tweed is engaging in something that seemingly has been a popular pastime for centuries - looking in to the future.
Uncle Tweeds prediction is that the Gentlemen’s Relish some call Erotica will boldly go into space this year. The search for titillation will enter the solar-system and go even further beyond, as this paragraph from “Where did you get those pants” should prove;
“B’Elanna dropped the PADD on Kathryn’s desk, sat on the edge of it and embraced her, locking the Captain against her crotch, with one leg behind Kathryn’s legs. ‘Mmmm. Oh, God. I’ve missed you all day,’ the younger woman whispered, tonguing her way from one earlobe to the other by way of the Captain’s elegant throat. ‘What’s the surprise?’”