I know, I know.

" Hello, This is your captain, Emilious Q. It looks like that patch of turbulence is over, and you are free to walk about the cabinet. "

“What a relief,” David Dishman said to his beloved.

“Je sais,” was all that she could say.

Really, she needn’t say anything else. Dishman knew how she could stir men’s passions; that’s what he loved about her. He’d watched from afar as she shattered other men’s hearts; and promised to himself that either he’d bend her to his will, or she’d leave him a broken man.

Because really, after doing nothing more than working in one kitchen after another for his entire life, David Dishman was sick of serving others.

“Je sais,” was all that she could say.

He met her in a café where they both worked. She wasn’t his, she partnered up with nearly everyone in the place. But when they’d lie together she was his and no one else’s. He loved her for it, and said so.

“Je sais,” was all that she could say.

With eyes as big as saucers, he saw that it didn’t matter how he felt. What mattered were the hands wrapped around her, using her, leaving her lying - dripping and sweaty and then gently wiping her clean. This was her nature, and if he could not accept it, then he was not worthy to be with her.

Finally, he could take it no more.

“I know you,” David Dishman told her as they washed up after work. “You’re getting bored.”

“Je sais,” was all she could say.

“You’re going to leave soon.”

“Je sais,” was all she could say.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Je sais,” was all she could say.

And so here they were, in Space and flying deeper. They were free to move about the cabinet, and he looked at her with his wide round face. He could see reflected in her his hope of being together, his realization that they might never be, and his fear of being just another crackpot who thought she could be his and his alone.

“Je sais,” was all she could say.

“Really?,” he asked.

“Non.”