Lost in space, 1970

John and Maureen had made love everywhere in the ship.

They had been careful not to do it in front of the children.

They were adult children, but it still didn’t feel right.

One day they were doing it in one of the freezing tubes.

Doctor Smith emerged from the lower deck and, at the sight of the Robinsons, had actually panicked.

John and Maureen both laughed.

This man was supposed to be a doctor.

John had actually given his blessing to a tryst with Smith if she wanted it.

But she declined on the grounds that Smith was too much of a weenie.

They kept up the rhythm.

They had a sexual katta that ensured simultaneous orgasm.

And weren’t going to miss out because of that stowaway buffoon.

The instant they got off, Smith blundered into the freezer control panel.

In a glare of milky light they were frozen at the moment of orgasm.

He composed himself and left the ship.

The Freezing Tubes passed their last check. They would be all right.

He encountered Don.

“Major West” he asked, “We need your skill on the ship.”

Don smiled at the sight of them.

Ever get any of that?” West asked.

“Him or her? “ Asked Smith

Don chuckled. “Maureen” he said. “She’s hot blooded.”

“No” Smith said. “ I didn’t think she was my type.”

“Tell me again Smith, what happened?”

Smith concocted a story about creeping along the perimeter so as not to disturb them.

He truthfully claimed hitting the freezing control was an accident.

“Look at those faces.” West said, “They may thank you.”

West continued, “ We’re going to give them a clean dismount.”

“I’m setting the delay for one minute. “

They were locked in a moment of seemingly eternal pleasure.

Intellectually both knew the freezer had been activated.

But rational thoughts were drowned by the looping sensation of orgasm.

There had always been a few jumbled memories while the tube was on.

It was a side effect to be ignored.

But this wasn’t.

“John” Maureen breathed, ”Did you-“

“Oh yes darling.”

“I think Doctor Smith has finally earned his keep.”