She\'d no illusions about why she was on board: eye candy for the captain and crew, who were incapable of discussing anything more profound than the weather (and there was none, in space) with her, before their gaze began to drift south. So she found ways to resist: Tailoring her unitard to be less revealing; hourly trips to the food replicator; taking up smoking. \"Letting herself go,\" some moaned, but this was fun, and now THEY were stuck with HER, out there in the depths of space. She smiled.