Twenty-Five Pairs by T.S. Severe
Chapter Seven Daytona Beach, Florida 2025
"What is it you do again?" I smiled over my drink, just soda with a little lime.
"I'm an astronaut." He smiled at me, just knowing I'd be impressed. "Part of the DSS mission."
"DSS?" I widened my soft blue eyes, leaning closer because he was terribly cute.
"Deep Space Survey." He glanced around, dropping his voice as if someone might be listening. "It's all very secret, but..."
"But you can tell me, right?" I giggled, brushing a long golden strand of hair out of my eyes.
"Not here." He sipped his own drink, something dark and manly like a Jack and Coke, I thought. "There's a motel across the street though..."
"Ohhh..." I gave him a small pout, like I might have expected better from a real live astronaut.
"I'll tell you all about it, baby." He promised and he had a hand on my bare thigh, where my tight black skirt had ridden up to the top of my stocking.
"Are you going to take me to the moon?" I bit my lower lip, knowing it made me look closer to thirteen than thirty.
"Oh, we'll go a lot higher than that..." He leaned close, putting his lips to my ear. "...All the way to heaven." The man breathed, making me shiver and tilt my head away with a laugh.
We left that little bar a few minutes later and I knew who he was. I'd known before he'd bought me the first drink. Major Allen Fuller, United States Air Force, one of the chosen few, and I hadn't actually planned on any of this. I'd just wanted to say hello, but it was so much fun playing with him.
Allen was tall, with his blonde hair cut shorter than regulation, a real man in the old world sense of the word. An explorer at heart. He worked hard and played hard and he had all the ambition you could ask for. Deep brown eyes and a square jaw, broad chest and firm, good lord he was firm all over, and it felt good being with him. He was confident and even arrogant, and when he held you close, you just knew nothing bad was going to happen. He wouldn't let it, and that was a quality I found incredibly sexy in a man.
I was a very young looking twenty-seven and fresh out of northern Kazakhstan, which would have surprised him probably. But I wasn't saying a word. So far as Allen knew I was just another NASA groupie, putting notches on my lipstick case. I'd dressed the part, which was something I hadn't done for a long time, and it felt good walking around like a real woman again. All of 5'10" tall, 126 pounds on my last physical, looking anything but lean and mean. I resembled a swimsuit model more than...What I really was.
"Awww..." I pouted playfully as we entered the motel room and Allen turned on the soft lights.
"What's the matter?" He put a gentle hand in the small of my back, sliding in behind me and closing the door.
"It doesn't have a Magic Fingers." I laughed.
"Save your quarters." Allen chuckled, putting his hands on my hips, pressing his chest to my back and nuzzling my neck. "I got all the magic you need."
"Mmmm..." I sighed. "Promises, promises."
I could feel him against my ass, the hardness in his trousers rubbing against the taut spandex of my skirt. He was kissing my neck and his hands circled around to my tummy while I lifted my arms, holding his head under my fingers. I turned my face so he could kiss me, letting his tongue open my mouth and it was nice, especially when he found my breasts, firm and full and barely contained in my lace bra and thin blouse. My nipples were aching for his touch.
This was trouble and I knew it, but I didn't care. I'd been bucking the rules ever since I was a kid and that was part of the experience for me, the turn on, doing something I shouldn't be doing. I moved my body a little, rubbing my ass against him, teasing Allen while I sucked his tongue greedily. I'd been ten months and three days without a man, mostly by choice, and now I was choosing to do something else.
I dropped my hands and broke our kiss, both of us breathing harder. I pulled up my skirt and pushed my panties down quickly. I was ready and I wanted him, just standing there in that dingy motel room. I worked blindly to free Allen's cock, giggling and nodding as he worked the buttons on my blouse. I freed his penis about the time his fingers pulled my bra down, under my breasts so that they were pushed out and up, my long brown nipples straining with excitement.
"Here...Hold on..." Allen told me and he was pulling a foil square out of his pocket, which made me giggle.
"You carry condoms with you all the time?" I asked him, taking it from his fingers and tearing it open. I knelt quickly, keeping my modesty from his eyes which remained on mine in any case.
"Standard issue." He nodded seriously.
"I hope it's ribbed." I grinned up at him, unrolling it carefully along his cock, which was proportional to the man it was attached to. Eight solid inches and thick.
I gave him a quick suck, just in and out of my mouth a few times to let Allen know we'd be doing a lot more of that later, and then I was standing up again, turning around with my back to him so we could resume our regularly scheduled fuck.
"Put it in..." Allen whispered, wanting the same thing I did.
"Yeah..." I smiled, bending forward slightly, working his big hard prick over my humid sex...But not the one he expected.
I was wet already, slippery with preparation because I'd been in the mood and now I was being rewarded for it. My tight anus was hot and ready and Allen gave a little gasp of surprise, clearly not expecting me to take him through the back door, but I was full of surprises. I pressed his swollen cockhead against my asshole and it had been so long, so fucking long, this was gonna hurt. But I liked that too.
"Uhhh...huh!" I groaned feeling my rosy sphincter splitting around something hard and firm, and oh! So hot for the first time in almost a year.
"Mmmm...Baby...Nice...We have ignition..." He laughed and then he went back to my tits, squeezing them in his big soft hands, pulling me back with them so that his cock went deeper, stretching my asshole nicely.
"Yeah...Liftoff..." I laughed too, a little breathlessly as I leaned forward, finding the television with my hands and bracing myself unsteadily against Allen's thrusting penis.
There was the old familiar burning sensation, the sharp cramp-like pain of my muscles being forced wide around the man's prick and I bit my bottom lip, wincing as I shoved myself back against it. I wanted that pain, every last bit of it, and my heart was pounding beneath my heaving breasts.
"Slooow...Easy, big boy..." I giggled and turned my head, smiling at the man and nodding.
Allen's eyes were lidded and his cock was striving anxiously to fill my hungry rectum. I was probably the tightest fuck he'd had since junior high school and the man was enjoying every clasping inch of my sexy asshole. His face was flushed with small beads of perspiration and I felt it too, the chemicals between us, mixing it up and bringing our passion to uncontrollable heights, and it was always like that. He reached around my hip with his right hand, Allen's fingers seeking my pussy and he jerked with surprise, his eyes blinking as his hand found my throbbing cock instead. It was solid and unmistakable, jutting hard and straight from my female body just for him.
"What's that?" He breathed and I reached back to pull his mouth to mine in an awkward French kiss.
"You know what it is." I whispered into Allen's mouth. "Now shut-up and fuck me."
"Oh shit!" He looked a little drunk, a lot confused, and totally lost as his big gentle hand wrapped itself around my prick and he was jerking me off in time with his thrusts.
It was a good fuck, just a quick hard one to settle us down for the slow one we were going to share in that bed afterwards. A guy like Allen, I just knew he was going to be good for a long hot night and I was ready for it.
The astronaut knew what he was doing too and that wasn't much of a surprise. He'd had more than his share of girls, I was sure, and I resented the idea of being added anonymously to his list, if only for the moment. We hadn't bothered with names. But I had my own list too and besides, Allen was fucking me nice, moving his big cock not just in and out, but side to side, up and down, like he was looking for that right spot, that perfect caress that would make me melt in his hands.
And I was helping, believe me, rolling my hips and rocking my ass, meeting him halfway so that I felt his wool trousers against my flushed skin, making a dull soft slapping sounds. My cock was hard and aching, dripping precum through the man's fingers and Allen was massaging that thin greasy lube all up and down my eight inch shaft. I was gonna be ready for him soon, just as soon as he filled me with his load, Allen was going to get a real ride and I was gonna love that. All I had to do was hold off against the man's urgent attentions and he was doing everything he could to bring us off together. He pinched my nipples hard between his thumb and index finger, squeezing my ripe tits the way I liked, and all the while I was sucking his tongue, letting him fuck my mouth like he was fucking my ass.
Oh, but it had been too long for me and the Major was cheating, making me feel so good, pumping my ass now with long deep strokes so that his cockhead would caress my prostate like the finger of God and make me spasm with delight. It almost made me cry, it was so good, and my legs shook with the effort to stay up. I hadn't cum on a hard cock in so long, this really was heaven, and I was glad the Major hadn't been lying. I was cumming despite my best efforts not to and it was hitting me all of a sudden like a hammer to the brain. My balls grew almost painfully tight before that explosive rapture engulfed me and I shuddered with ecstasy in the man's strong arms.
Allen was milking my cock gently, his hand near the head, catching a lot of my creamy spend and he massaged it over the length of my prick while I groaned and cried out with desire. His own orgasm wasn't that far behind mine and it had been awhile for him too I think, but of course a guy like Allen probably wasn't much for self abuse. He'd been saving himself up for for a girl like me and I was glad. He was panting in my ear, pressing his nose into the silk of my blonde hair and slamming his cock inside my ass with the all the lusty vengeance a girl could want from a man.
"Yeah...baby...daaaaamn..." He was shooting inside me, or into the rubber he wore anyway, and it was too bad about that.
I was protected and clean, the safest fuck he'd ever have, and I knew for a fact that Allen was clean too. But the good Major didn't know about me and I didn't mind the fact that he was serious about it. Allen wouldn't have fucked me without a rubber, I was certain of that. But he would soon enough, I thought, basking in the warmth of our combined climax, feeling his kisses on my neck as his cock jerked uselessly inside me. I'd feel his sperm in my ass soon enough.
He brought his hand to my mouth, catching his breath with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me while I licked and sucked my own sperm from his fingers. I didn't mind it and soon Allen would have his own taste of my orgasm, it was inevitable, and after that I'd possess the man, which would be another surprise for the Major. Love was such a fickle thing and if I were anyone else Allen would have rejected my body completely, I was sure. A real man like that had no use for girls like me, transgendered men and homosexual transvestites. Would-be girls with big cocks and sperm filled balls. But I wasn't anyone else and I wasn't just a man pretending to be a girl. I was most definitely female. I just had some extra parts to play with and not for the first I took genuine delight in seeing a straight man succumb to my charms. It didn't make Allen gay, believe me. It made him normal.
"Go down..." I whispered, smiling into Allen's eyes and he knelt slowly on the carpet of that motel room, kissing the glistening head of my cock and then opening wide. There was no hesitation there, no guilt or second guesses and even if there were, it wouldn't have done the man any good.
I was only-semi hard, but not for long as the Major got his first taste of cock. Allen took me into his mouth and I sighed happily at the sensation of his inexperienced tongue washing over my glans. He'd have me hard again in no time and already his own cock was rising once more. Oh yeah, Allen loved my body now. He'd love me too and that was very much according to plan. Infatuation, addiction, submission, the man would experience all of it and I took his head in my hands, working my hips slowly, sliding my swollen cock between his tight lips and teaching him how to make me feel special.
"Hmmm...That's it...You're learning fast!" I giggled softly and his brown eyes were looking up into mine and there was nothing in them but the adoration I'd come to expect from my male lovers. I was spoiled by it.
I slipped out of bed and into the shower about 4:30 in the morning. We'd fucked three times, twice in my ass and once in his, because I did love virgins. He'd sucked me off twice as well, swallowing my cum both times like a good boy, and I'd had him just once, but it was good. The man was rich and salty and hot all the way down. Allen was exhausted and I felt nothing but energized and warmed all over, sex being something different for me than it is for most people, obviously.
I gave him a kiss and left the Major dreaming alone in that bed. I used my lipstick to say thank you on the mirror and left a wake-up call for seven, knowing he had a full day ahead of him. He could thank me for that later. It wasn't true love, not yet, but at least we knew that we were compatible in bed. That thought made me smile as I checked myself in the rearview mirror of my El Dorado.
It was a `57 convertible; all silver with fins like it had just flown in from Jupiter, and an engine that growled with real menace thanks to some serious custom work. It had a big shiny Buick Stage II in it and my baby had been in storage for a long time, sleeping in the dark, keeping my memories safe. Not a lot of people drove fossils anymore and she cost more than a pretty penny every time I turned the key, but God! It was such a thrill. And now I opened her up, leaving Daytona behind me for Merritt Island and the Kennedy Space Center, doing a hundred and ten with the sun coming up to my left.
It would be a short drive and life was perfect.
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"...page six of appendix bravo, we can see the project timeline. Tracking the purple now, you'll note that you're entering at phase three..." The man droned on and on and I hadn't caught his name. Just another NASA geek in a parade of them.
Purple for personnel. One thing about these NASA guys, they loved their binders. Everything was charted, and plotted, with lines and circles and arrows. Indexed and cross-referenced and delineated with all the footnotes a person could ever ask for. If I wanted to know what I'd be doing a week from now, a month, a year...It was all right there, concurrent with every other aspect of the project.
This was just orientation and I picked up my coffee cup, needing a shot of caffeine right then. I hadn't gotten any sleep the night before and this was going to be a long morning, I could tell. I wondered how Allen was doing, or more precisely I wondered what Allen was doing. I knew I'd bump into him sooner or later and I was looking forward to that. He bumped good.
"Where are you coming from?" A small oriental woman was asking me.
She was slightly older, but only thirty-five at the most, and dressed like me in the sky blue jumpers doubtlessly prescribed in our binders someplace. We had our NASA patches and our mission patches sewn on, along with our name tags. She was Dr. B. Chin and for the life of me I couldn't think of a Chinese name starting with a B. It made me very curious.
"The CDC down in Atlanta." I told her and that was at least part of the truth. They'd had me on the payroll down there for two years.
"You're the doctor then." A man said, dark haired and blue eyed, in his early thirties like the woman and very fit, the way we all were. He was D. Rogers according to his patch and I nodded.
"One of them." I smiled. "Nielson is the surgeon; I'm more of a lab rat."
"I'm David." He smiled at me, drinking me in the way little boys do, but he was hardly a boy. "Cartography, geology, chemistry...Pick your poison."
"Those are dangerous?" Chin smiled at him and shook my hand. "I'm Brittany, computer sciences and astrophysics." "Jennifer." I gave them a genuine smile.
"Britt's our little number cruncher." David offered and I recognized that these two had known each other for some time already, probably through academic circles, maybe through the Academy of Sciences or something.
"I'll hurt you." The woman looked up at David with something like affection in her almond eyes. "We were at the Institute for Advanced Studies together..."
"I miss my office." David sighed, trying to make it sound as if he'd been drafted, but he'd volunteered and applied for the project vigorously I was sure. Just like we all had.
Out of some three or four thousand qualified candidates, only five scientists had been selected, a fact that would be widely touted to the public, as if proof that NASA wasn't throwing away three trillion dollars on monkeys. But that's what I'd felt like, from time to time, as my own application had been screened ruthlessly a year before.
"How did I end up here, anyway?" Rogers asked, somewhat rhetorically, teasing the woman beside him.
"You were stalking me, remember?" Chin shook her head and looked at me. "Don't give him too much attention, or he only gets worse."
"Right. Good advice." The man chuckled and gave me a smile. "Ignore it, please."
I wondered if they'd slept together yet, only because I have one of those defective brains that think about such things when I'm bored. It seemed obvious to me that they should, if they hadn't already. The woman, Brittany was attractive enough, cute in her own way, and David was tall, with intelligent eyes. Not exactly handsome, but robust and pleasant.
I wouldn't mind taking the man for a little test drive myself sometime, and those are where my thoughts tend to go. I think part of my DNA is that of a 16 year old boy, which always seemed a bit ironic as I'd generally detested teenage boys while I was growing up. I'd liked men, starting with the example set by my father of course, and even my first love had been eighteen, although that was hardly qualification for manhood by itself.
Josh. He made me smile as I stood there, some fifteen years later and three thousand miles away from our first date. My first love, my true love, and I missed him briefly before bringing my thoughts back to where I was.
The other two scientists, one male and the other female, were talking together across the conference room. Nielson was the elder of our group, somewhere in his low forties. He'd trained as a clinical pathologist early in his career and later specialized in surgery, apparently finding hands-on medicine much to his liking. He was rather well regarded as a physician and as a professor at Johns Hopkins, where he taught a rather pedantic course in medical ethics, of all things, and so I tended to be wary of the man. Ethics was hardly my strong suit.
The woman I didn't know very much about. Her name was Ethan, her last name. First name Joan, and she was a linguist, first and foremost, with secondary skills in psychology and social anthropology. She was an observer of humanity, unlike Nielson who was immersed in it. I imagined they would find each other quite entertaining and that was good enough for me. They looked like they were getting on alright despite, or perhaps because of their age difference. Joan looked like she was my age, tall and thin with a confident smile, jet black hair and dark eyes. I wondered if the old doctor was hitting on her. I wouldn't blame him if he was, she looked like fun and he had her laughing.
I was something of the odd woman out, in our small collection of scientific achievement.
"What's your other specialty?" Chin asked me, and I detected a bit of suspicion in her voice. We all had two or even three areas of expertise, as the mission profile required, but not all of us were privy to the specifications.
She wasn't hostile by any means, but Brittany made it clear from her tone, and her look, that she thought my other skills probably fell somewhere between being a Victoria's Secret model and a Vegas showgirl. That seemed a rather narrow view for a woman who would probably be nominated for a Nobel Prize. Her work with zero-sum game theory applied to heuristic models in neural networks had almost guaranteed her a place on the mission. Chin's computers were running the show and she was understandably proud of that. She was still a woman though, with something of an inferiority complex with regard to her sexuality, I thought. We say we want to be loved for our minds, but not at the expense of our bodies, believe me.
"Indemnity." I said, not willing to expound on that for her, and it was time to sit back down anyway. Our ten minute break was finished.
"Indemnity?" I heard Brittany asking David. "What's that mean?"
"I dunno." He replied and I could almost hear his shrug.
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After lunch we got the grand tour.
"...and through here we have the command trainer. It's an exact duplicate of the real command module aboard Challenger and fully functional...In simulation, of course." Pamela smiled cheerfully and we chuckled like obedient children at her joke.
She was our tour guide and one of the girls from public relations, one of our handlers as they say, and we'd be seeing a lot of her I was sure. Pamela was young, bright, and attractive and she was working too hard to sell us something we'd already bought, in my opinion.
We entered through heavy doors, Pamela with us five scientists in relentless tow, onto a balcony overlooking the command trainer beneath us. It really was just as it would appear on the spacecraft with a few small differences. It didn't have a complete roof, for one thing, and so we were able to see the three people sitting in the cockpit, such as it was.
Opposite us, and level with the trainer was a glass wall; behind that were the scientists and engineers who were operating the simulator. They'd give the command crew tasks to perform, problems to solve, and simulations to run in order to test everything from the computers themselves, to the thousands of systems and subsystems required to operate the spacecraft. They were also testing the crew, of course.
This really was the heart of the project and until everything was perfect in this room, none of us were going anywhere.
We stood at the rail and I could hear the mundane and predictable voices of the controllers and astronauts as they ran a simulation. Orders were given and acknowledged and carried out. It was hardly exciting, but interesting nonetheless, and I watched the command crew carefully until Allen happened to catch us out of the corner of his eye.
He glanced up, and then looked up; staring at me and the surprise was unmistakable. I gave him a small wave, just teasing him, and at that second an alarm decided to go off and I really hoped I hadn't just caused the world's first trans-light spacecraft to crash into something.
Allen was decidedly busy then and we left the room with Pamela promising us a meeting with the command crew at dinner. It was already scheduled and in the binders, she assured us.
It was a working dinner, not a formal one. We'd have plenty of those later. Dinners with Presidents and Generals and Secretary-Generals, politicians who wanted to be seen with America's finest. But that was all in the future. For the next several months we'd be closeted away, learning to live and work together, preparing for space and all its unique hazards. We had much to learn, no doubt about it and only a year before we were scheduled to launch.
"Okay, now that everyone's here." One of the NASA Assistant Directors was playing host and he was smiling. "The science crew, you've spent the day together, now we have the command crew. Uh, this is Lt. Colonel Diana Welsh, from the Air Force, and she's the pilot and ship commander..."
He gestured at a woman who looked like she should be in command of something. A handsome face, not beautiful, but attractive in a strong almost masculine way. Cobalt eyes and a strong nose and chin. She was shorter then me, I thought, but not by much and very fit. This was a woman who liked the gym and I suppose it was one of the reasons she was in charge. She had short blond hair and her smile was tight as she looked at us scientists one at a time with what seemed to be a calculated scrutiny.
"And next to her, Air Force Major Allen Fuller, co-pilot and navigator." The Assistant Director nodded.
Allen fixed his eyes on me, knowing who I was now, and he offered all of us a pleasant, but non-committal smile. But his eyes were mine and full of good humor and not a little desire. I'd pulled a fast one on him, he told me silently across the table, and he'd get even for it.
"And finally, Navy Lieutenant Commander Zach Collins, the flight engineer and systems specialist." The Assistant Director nodded towards a tall black man.
Zach had a PhD. in electrical engineering and a very nice smile, his white teeth flashing in contrast with his ebony skin. An intelligent face with a high forehead and prominent cheeks. He was clean shaven, face and scalp, and I wondered if he shaved his balls too, which was hardly a thought to have at such a serious occasion and I stifled my humor behind a small cough.
"Going around the table..." The Assistant Director continued.
Our host introduced the five of us one at a time and we all had our turn smiling and nodding. It was just a formality, one of the things we'd expected and as soon as it was over waiters, young servicemen, appeared with carts laden with food from the cafeteria. It was a working dinner, as the binders said, and so it wasn't bad but hardly memorable. The work largely consisted of introductions and pleasantries and it was very difficult not to allow the good Major to monopolize me entirely.
"I have a bone to pick with you." Allen grinned at me.
"Oh?" I smiled back at him. "Did I crash your spaceship?"
"No, that was something else." He said. "But I was looking for a phone number this morning."
"I didn't have a phone this morning." I shrugged and we were standing off, by ourselves.
"What about now?" He moved a step closer and closed his eyes, smelling me.
"I'm in the crew quarters." I said softly, licking my lips and feeling my cock harden in my panties.
"I know." Allen sighed and he was moving his hand like he might touch my hip.
"Room seven." I breathed. "My lucky number."
"I know that too." He opened his brown eyes again. "It's in the binder."
I laughed at that and sipped a little more of my wine, not needing it at all. I was very warm already.
"I want you." The Major told me. "Right now."
"Here?" I looked around and we were most definitely not alone.
"The men's room." He lifted his eyebrows playfully. "Five minutes?"
"You're going to get us in trouble." I said.
"I'm already trouble." Allen told me only half-joking. "Jesus, I can't even think straight when you're around."
"Ladies room." I giggled. "Ten minutes, last stall."
"Yeah." He nodded, slipping his tongue between his lips.
"Now let me go mingle while you sneak off." I grinned at him and walked away, giving Allen one look over my shoulder and knowing he couldn't take his eyes off of me.
"Doctor Pinchbeck." A voice interrupted my flirtation.
"Doctor Nielson." I smiled at him and his eyes moved slowly over my body and it was an involuntary response, I knew, and I let it go. I didn't want to embarrass the man.
"So you're coming from Atlanta, eh?" He nodded and didn't wait for an answer. "I knew your parents, worked with your father briefly up in Canada."
"Really?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Toronto?"
"Yeah, the SARS outbreak. I was brand new then. " Nielson cleared his throat. "I remember seeing pictures of you."
"I was about six years old." I laughed lightly.
"He was very proud of you." He said. "Now I can see why."
"Thank you, Doctor." I smiled at his compliment.
"Call me Arthur." He licked his lips and this was something I'd long ago learned to deal with. My body chemistry worked whether I wanted it to or not.
"Not a chance, sir." I laughed lightly. "But please, call me Jennifer."
"Jennifer, of course." He nodded and all I was thinking about was Allen, which wasn't helping Doctor Nielson at all.
My body was radiating pheromones, genetically engineered chemicals intended to attract males and the good doctor wasn't going to be an exception. Nor were any of the other men in the room, and even some of the women, for I had learned that females of a certain genetic disposition responded to my body's signals just as readily as most men. I glanced in the direction of Colonel Welsh and I couldn't tell if she was feeling it or not. She reminded of the women I'd known who were susceptible, but that alone meant very little. It would depend on her DNA, not her psychology. I'd find out eventually, of course, we were going to be very closely quartered for a very long time and secrets were always difficult to keep under the best of circumstances.
"...Perhaps we could get together later this evening and discuss it." Dr. Nielson had been talking and I'd missed the thread of our conversation entirely.
"Oh, I'm afraid I'm still a little lagged from traveling." I apologized gently. "I was in Cairo for the World Health Organization Conference two days ago."
"Ah." He cleared his throat and took his disappointment in stride. "That was the conference about...?"
"Malarial and Dengue outbreaks in the Third World." I said. "A lot of talk about pesticides and very little about medicine, I'm afraid."
"Of course." He nodded sympathetically. "Isn't that always the way of it?"
"Seems so, yeah." I shrugged and the closest I'd been to Cairo was changing planes in Athens for the long flight home. "If you'll excuse me, Doctor, I think I'll go freshen up a bit."
"Certainly, Doctor...Uh, Jennifer." Nielson smiled and let out a soft breath as I left him to find Allen.
End of Part 07
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