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Fuel Intake is leaking. Very minor but noticeable in the stress test. I could run the 'Quarter in interplanetary space for years and never have a problem. But the atmo pressure on Venus? She's go up like a Roman Candle. And here comes the Lead. I can feel him ogling me from the access ramp.
"What is it now?" he sputters, out of breath from having to move his bulk around. Today's lunch at the canteen was mushroom pizza and fish tacos, based on the crumbs and stains on his uniform. A little tyrant with nig aspirations. And waistline. "What" Cat's got your tongue, Marshall?"
Looking over my shoulder, I see Callisto curled up on the crash couch. Purring. "Not at all," I say. "Small leak with the intake - "
"And you going to Venus?" he shakes his head. "I'll have to bump you from the rotation."
No! I think to myself. I worked hard for this contract and can't lose it. Out loud I say, "Angie's on her way over." A necessary lie. She'll be here quick as soon as I get her on the radio. "You like Angie," I say smiling. "And me." I unzip my flight suit down to my navel.
"Someday you're going to get old," he says, eyes nevertheless riveted to my well-endowed athletic body.
"Someday is not today," I laugh. Pointedly taking deep breaths, my breasts move rythymically and the desire in his eyes is like a pjysical presence. Like a 130 kilo slug.
"Fine," he says, drooling. "You and Angie take me to the Shack when you finish this run."
"Deal," I say and he departs and I call Angie fast. "Please be there..."
No answer.

Description
Fuel Intake is leaking. Very minor but noticeable in the stress test. I could run the 'Quarter in interplanetary space for years and never have a problem. But the atmo pressure on Venus? She's go up like a Roman Candle. And here comes the Lead. I can feel him ogling me from the access ramp.
"What is it now?" he sputters, out of breath from having to move his bulk around. Today's lunch at the canteen was mushroom pizza and fish tacos, based on the crumbs and stains on his uniform. A little tyrant with nig aspirations. And waistline. "What" Cat's got your tongue, Marshall?"
Looking over my shoulder, I see Callisto curled up on the crash couch. Purring. "Not at all," I say. "Small leak with the intake - "
"And you going to Venus?" he shakes his head. "I'll have to bump you from the rotation."
No! I think to myself. I worked hard for this contract and can't lose it. Out loud I say, "Angie's on her way over." A necessary lie. She'll be here quick as soon as I get her on the radio. "You like Angie," I say smiling. "And me." I unzip my flight suit down to my navel.
"Someday you're going to get old," he says, eyes nevertheless riveted to my well-endowed athletic body.
"Someday is not today," I laugh. Pointedly taking deep breaths, my breasts move rythymically and the desire in his eyes is like a pjysical presence. Like a 130 kilo slug.
"Fine," he says, drooling. "You and Angie take me to the Shack when you finish this run."
"Deal," I say and he departs and I call Angie fast. "Please be there..."
No answer.