It was always a surprise to John Tracy that women found him just as attractive as his more outgoing brothers. It was even more surprising that they seemed to find his abstraction and his tendency to forget them if his attention was caught by something (the stars in the sky, for example) as something endearing.
He had no ideas where they even came from – if he had to leave either Thunderbird 5 or the Island, he was usually at NASA or one of the larger Astronomical conventions. And the women who found him certainly didn't look or behave like any of his friends.
When he asked one of these women "why me" she shrugged and pointed out that there was a lot a girl could like about a man with such a far away and longing look. Oh – and he was cute too. And she'd really like it if he kept looking exactly that way, because ….. The kiss had certainly been a surprise, and he had been astonished to realise that women seemed to like kissing him.
A lot.
Not that he complained. He liked kissing women. And more. Just… They didn't seem to understand his need for solitude and quiet. So John tended to only seek out female company when he couldn't stand his own any more.
Until now. And now there was only one woman that he really wanted to spend time with. She seemed to understand him. Even better than his brothers, she could read his moods, and know when he wanted to talk.
And the far away dreamy gaze was turned more and more earthwards to one face in particular.
