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Twenty-Five Pairs
by T.S. Severe

Copyright 2007-2008 Rachael Ross/T.S.Severe all rights reserved.
Intended for adults only.
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm comments: T.S.Severe@gmail.com
Story Codes: MF+/f {TG}, Rom, Incest, [Teen TG] Oral, Anal, Mast,
Petting, SciFi/Fantasy
Synopsis: When 13 year old Jenny moves with her family to Harden Utah,
the girl discovers friendship, romance, and the excitement of being
something more than just different.

BFG Productions in association with Severe Discipline presents...

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 in the
world. 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
feeling I found incredibly sexy in a man.

    I was a very young looking twenty-eight 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, barely contained in my lace bra
and thin blouse, and 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 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. 

    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 hips 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 nine 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 awhile 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
ask for.

    "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, and I knew for a fact he was clean too,
but he didn't know about me and I hadn't minded the fact that he was
serious. 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 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 him gay, believe me.

    "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
adoration.

    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
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. 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.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "...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 lied, but it was a good one. 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.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    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 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.

    "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 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." 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.

    "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 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 Third World and developing
nations." 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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