Soviet and American astronauts alleged to have secretly tested possibilities for sex in space.
Sure, don't tell us what *does* work? I think this article would be more convincing if it had included some juicy bits. Any tabloid writer knows THAT.
(My solution was grab bars, and lashing somebody to the wall, but maybe that's too kinky for NASA?)
Really, the appropriate music for this would be Jonathan Couton's "I'm Your Moon," wouldn't it?